Free Lunch Donators
Photos of the donators and review of the lunch items they brought to the Free Lunch exhibition at Analogue.
This is a collection of some of the lunch bounty I amassed on the opening night of the exhibition. The premise was that people who wanted to could bring me a small something to eat for lunch on my journey home from Edinburgh the next day. In return they received a small limited edition screenprint.
Here’s some more of the lunch stuff. I was worried people would think this was a buffet for all to enjoy so I started to construct a wall of empty beer bottles to put people off helping themselves to my haul.
This girl kindly brought some homemade carrot and fennel soup. I was slightly unsure of how to heat it up on the train.
Vala and Iain, from the Dandelion project, made this little box entitled ‘Food for the Train’. Inside was a smaller boxed labeled ‘Facts for the brain’, inside of which lay yummy, fruity, nutty, health bar. On the reverse of each box were facts about Iceland. My two favourite were; ‘In Iceland it is very rude to enter someones house without removing your shoes. This is also the case for a visit to the doctor or dentist’ and ‘In iceland baby puffins get attracted to the city lights and lose their way. You have to collect them at night and keep them in a cardboard box overnight and in the morning take them to the beach and set them free’.
A cadburys creme egg from Mr One Neck Hates You. Bet his parents didn’t give him that name.
Avocados are very good for you I’m told, so these were very much welcomed. They were just right too, not too hard or too soft and were eaten when I got home.
This girl dontaned a Goodness Bar. I can’t remember eating it but I must of done as it’s no longer around. It is possible I ate it towards the end of the night when I was a little drunk.
This guy brought two full boxes of muffins and cookies. They were freshly ‘donated’ from the upmarket resturant where his partner works. There were simply too many to eat or take with me on my journey so begrudgingly I shared them with Russell, the gallery owner, and his family.
At first I thought this guy might of hand painted each of the four hard boiled eggs he gave me. That would of taken a very long time to do, so it was a relief really when, upon closer inspection, I saw they were decorated with stickers and transfers.They were still every nice though.
Using a banana as a phone is always funny, however using a whole bunch of bananas as a phone doesn’t increase the amusement proportionally.
These lads were very health conscious and brought mini carrots and a dip (eaten for breakfast the following day) and a greek salad which contained cherry tomatos.
It was still warm when I prized the hand made leek and cheese wrap thing from it’s tiny incubation pod. The pastry was wonderful and the filling very creamy and nice. I ate this on the night whist stood facing into a corner so to avoid anyone asking for a bite.
A veggie somosa is a happy triangle of eating pleasure.
This wee box of raisans was made extra special by the tying of a yellow ribbon around it, a nice touch.
Inside the foil a sticky rich chocolate pudding cake was lurking. To prevent it causing any mess, as sticky cake can be troublesome, I consumed it straight away. It was excellent.
I’m not sure I believe that this girl intended to bring one piece of mint chewing gum as her lunch donation but as she pointed out it would probably come in handy for once I’d eaten everything else.
A group donation of fruit and a dairy milk chocolate bar. I like fruit. I like chocolate.
Tunocks make a tasty waffer Caramel bar (as well as mallowy tea cakes) so it was with glee when I snatched this four pack from this fine young fella.
Banana soya milk, in a handy carton, is definitely a good lunch item. Yogurt coated chickpeas, that look like tiny brains, are quite a bizarre lunch item but no less welcomed.
This boy made something very special…
... in a dual super-tupperware (which I’m happy to return if needed) was, on the right, two cheese, tomato and pesto (gallons of the stuff) pies, which were fantastic and on the left, a fist full of cookies, some in the shape of my characters. The neat card attached to the box told me to enjoy my lunch, oh how I did Stu and Shelly, yummers indeed. Ten out of ten for presentation, effort and most importantly, portion size. And taste of course.
An apple and a bottle of water. A predetermined gift or all he had left over in his bag from lunch earlier that day?
This girl came offering cookies and milk, and the milk was special Oreos milk. I’d never seen such a thing. What a sheltered existence I have lead, from now on I’m only going to drink branded biscuit milk with my tea time snacks. There was a small sticker on the top of the Oreos box too, and it was cute.
This finely beared chap presented me with a packet of shortbread. I love shortbread, though now I need to find some special shortbread milk to enjoy with them.
This is obviously a lady with a touch of class; Marks and Spencer nut and raisin mix.
This cheeky scally had been in the gallery during the day, generally distracting all progress of work. He made up for it big style though with a carrier bag full of indian goodies, like samosas and things that I don’t know the name of but tasted spicey and very good. Next time bring two bags please.
Travelling from Glasgow these chipper people gave me a nut and raisin flapjack, a caramel bar (which is a bit like the Tunocks one) and a very nice pasty, which was either olive and sundried tomato or spinach and feta cheese. I forget which as someone else brought a pasty and I ate them both. Yum yums all round.
These bright eyed and fresh faced students, visiting the exhibiton from Dundee, donated not only gifts from themselves but also friends of theirs that couldn’t make it to the event. Inside the tupperwear on the left was some great doodles and nice bag of pecans and some good cake. Next to that was some Edinburugh rock, which I confess to not eating yet, more shortbread (you can never have enough), a manwich, some dried apple rings (which were amazing, I really recommend these as a snack, I’d forgotten how great they are) and a big bag of fruit which included plums.
The manwich, I discovered on my journey back the next day, was a huge, extravagant, overfilled sandwich. Perhaps the best sandwich I’d eaten in years.
A super big thanks for all the yummy donations, I was very humbled by everyone who made the effort and generously gave something. They made me happy, made me full and made me fat.
All these yummy photos are making me hank marvin!
Wow! It’s me! Brilliant, what a top night that was.