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Show Famous for lunches? 1 1 Wisdom & Wisecracks By SHERRI EINFELT homemade bread. (I've made it once in three years...and they assume that means I have spare time!?) It makes me feel just a big uneasy when Steve comes home at night and tells me how my tuna casserole was the main topic of conversation at lunch that day (for good and bad, I might add). So each night when I pack the lunch, I do so knowing that it will be scrutinized by many other hungry observers before it is consumed con-sumed by my husband. This is always a little disquieting. (Sometimes I put together some really bizarre combinations just to give them something to really be amazed at.) I'm always a bit hesitant to pay a visit to Steve at his office because, with my reputation preceding me, I never know who will ask me to start making extra lunches for them, too. And if I've recently sent a meal that someone thought was a bit strange, . I'U hear about it for sure. I get rather nervous when I put small "love' notes in the sack for Steve, because on occasion the other employees have arrived in the cafeteria to peruse his lunch before he has! You know, what these fellow workers don't seem to realize is that my husband needs every calorie he can get just to maintain his weight...so a full-size meal is a nutritional must for him. Of course, my husband understands but doesn't always publicize the fact that I fix good lunches for him mainly because I love him.. .a funny motivator to some perhaps, but still a tradition I believe in. - So wives, beware! You never know when your domestic reputation reputa-tion is on the line based solely on what you put into that little brown bag your husband innocently carts off to work with him. And if you should switch to colored sacks, you can be sure they'll notice that, too! By SHERRIE EINFELDT There are a lot of things to be "i known for these days. People have - gained fame and notoriety for everything from dare-devil stunts to artistic creations to great amounts of wealth. Well, I have done none of these things, yet I find myself, F ' nonetheless, with quite a reputation. You see, I send my husband to work everyday with a sack lunch. Now that, in and of itself, is no ' major accomplishment. Besides the fact that we try to economize on our food budget, his office is not close to any eating establishments, and so v the " wife-packed ' " meal is a necessity. Now one would think that my ' husband would be able to eat his '" lunch in peace each day, since h brown bagging is not normally Ul known as a momentous occasion. "'; But in his office it is. All the employees gather around to see what his wife has sent for his noon meal. Why it is such a big event is not totally clear to me. It may have something to do with the fact that most of the other employees bring only cottage cheese and a tomato, or perhaps a peanut butter sandwich. And since Steve's lunch nearly always contains a four or five course meal, usually consisting of leftovers from last night's home-cooked home-cooked dinner, I imagine the aroma of it reheating in the microwave is enough to make any nose jealous. But the jealousy doesn't end with simple sniffs. There are those who take it to the point of commenting on which of Steve's meals they personally per-sonally wouldn't touch with a 10-foot 10-foot -pole. They carefully observe what his little sack contains that day, and then they take turns discussing it. They even query aloud whether I have nothing better to do than bake |