Great disappointment

I was very excited about lunch the last two days, as it was leftovers of the pork tostadas with the cilantro and queso fresco. I am very excited about dinner tonight--I have my poor misshapen blackberry jelly roll/trifle thing, and I've spent the last two days experimenting with homemade empanadas that I'll now get to eat. I'm excited about lunch tomorrow, when I'm going to Jean-Georges with some coworkers to take advantage of their summer lunch special. And I was even curious about breakfast today, when I was trying out a new cereal.

Which means that subconciously, I've been looking forward to lunch all morning, certain that it was going to be something wonderful.

Lunch is a pita and some leftover hummus.

Which is fine, mind you. Nothing wrong with it. But I feel vaguely disappointed.