Leftovers
Lunch, when I am at my parents' place is always leftovers. I had made cog au vin the night before, so they had a chicken casserole and I had pad noodles with the tofu in peanut sauce, rewarmed. Living dangerously, I know.
Broccoli dusted with Parmagiana cheese and rocky-road ice cream for desert.
Europeans are a much more mixed group genetically than the num-nuts doing their work in the 19th and early 20th centuries would have had us believe. I have Irish and Scottish relations who can't do gluten or milk, Italian relations who live on milk and a German cousin who swears Bier kills him...
Actually, in the Netherlands they do dairy better than anyone in the world. I have had cheese sandwiches in Amsterdam worth dying for. But, then, of all the European countries, the big-city Dutch (not the countryside) and the Italians (everywhere) have the best lunch menus.