I never thought I’d consider lunch a luxury. Before having Manster three years ago, each meal I ate was carefully considered. I’ve been working freelance for about 10 years, so it wasn’t hard to find 30 minutes to invest in a proper lunch – whether homemade or takeout. But once Manster arrived, forking food straight from the fridge was a pretty standard scene around noontime. Rolled up deli meats, hunks of cheese, a bit of an apple here, half a banana there – whatever it took to quiet the rumble.