There is always lunch.

Adulthood is hard, we are all doomed and even the small joys which make life almost worth living – a perfect kiss, a baby’s screw-on toes – aren’t necessarily there the moment one needs them. A wonderful soul-enriching delicious lunch, however, is achievable. Necessary, even. And, luckily for us, it doesn’t require suckling pig, caviar, ortolans. Not now; not in May. The answer is salad.

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