Lunch is, hands-in-the-honey-jar down, my favorite meal. Anything goes. Breakfast food, dinner food, odds and/or ends, leftovers, tidbits. I can make a lunch that thrills me out of anything.
At breakfast folks are finicky, rightly so, and at dinner there are expectations. Not so with lunch. Mining the refrigerator unearths the most delicious things. Particularly if one is alone. Or making a little something for just you plus two.