The Two-Dollar Gourmet Lunch Incident

Summary

Sienna Sterling, our class president, eyed my breakfast and tossed two dollars onto my desk.

She told me to bring her the exact same meal every morning.

I didn't know whether to laugh or blow a fuse.

My mom wakes up at five every morning to prepare this for me.

Every ingredient is sourced from an exclusive organic ranch upstate.

The side of slow-braised Wagyu brisket alone cost more than twenty bucks.

Two dollars wouldn't even buy her one of my pasture-raised eggs.

"I can't do it," I told