1/2 cup basmati, and 1 1/2 cups of what veg look good a the market in the morning, quickly fried and then lashed with hot sauce. Maybe a homemade dill pickle too.

Considering it's 1 in the morning, I guess I'll take a stab at it.

Depending on the tempurature, I will either get Pizza or Sushi.

Carrots, French Bean and Spring Onion, according to my mom at least--and she was in a rush--good luck!

I have some leftover roasted chicken... I also have an eggplant, a potato and some onion sitting around, so I'll probably slice them up and bake them together. With salad. For late lunch/early supper.

I made a seafood Paella last night with a side salad and there's enough left over for lunch! Yippee!
(working from home today)
My 11 year old son decided that he "doesn't like meat enough for any animals to die" so over the past 4 months we've started eating a lot more fish and seafood.

Leftover pasta from last night with pesto, white wine, curly kale and 'drunken goat' cheese (not as nice as it sounds, but good melted on pasta). mr alto and I are on a 'portion control' kick which means More Leftovers.

Hey hadjiboy, I agree about the absolute awesomeness that is biryani. I could eat biryani all day. There is a cafe (with the word Delicious in its name, and this is truth in advertising) that makes HUGE biryanis for £3.50 and you get a big tub of raita, too. It is open seven days a week.

I have a 10 a.m. to noon meeting, and the last time they bought us (good) pizza. So either that or something I scavenge along the way.

This is the only chicken biryani that I usually get to eat. There's two packs in my freezer right now. They're tasty but I'm sure that they don't even approach your mom's cooking.

Tequila.

So here's a story:

A friend I know works at a large company. One of the duties of her job is to send out emails to employees to let them know about things like dress code, vacation days, and staff parties.

So, she got an email from the cafeteria supervisor. In honor of the inauguration, the cafeteria supervisor decided to cook her specialty--her favorite comfort food--a recipe that had been passed down to her from her grandmother. Televisions would be set up in the break room for people to watch the inauguration and desserts would also be free today.

So my friend sent the email to the staff. A few hours later, the shitstorm hit. Apparently, some people thought that the cafeteria was serving fried chicken as some kind of sick joke. My friend (who is the ULTIMATE Obama fanatic, without a racist bone in her body) was reprimanded and the cafeteria manager (who is black herself) was ordered to change the menu.

Hypersensitive anyone?

They can have my fried chicken when they pry it from my cold, greasy fingers.

probably it was the KKKrispy KKKreme donuts offered for dessert what done her in.

My husband must be a black man in a Mediterranean man's body, because he's mad, mad about fried chicken. It's not a Greek dish, and he fell in love with it in the U.S. An odd light of lunatic passion comes into his eye when he suggests we cook it, with that hopeful, yet desperate look on his face. And the fried chicken boners are, let's face it, just embarrassing.

Now that I don't have to go to work, my lunch is going to be some chili, which is defrosting.

Yum, chicken biryani. I'm jealous, hadjiboy!
I'm having baked ziti, from my freezer stock of zitis (sometimes I go on cooking binges on the weekends and then my freezer looks happy for a few weeks), a perfectly ripe pear and some cream soda.

The same thing I bring to lunch every day when I'm working: Lunchables, string cheese, mini muffins, and soda.