because he loves me
…Lord only knows why. I admit it, I can be a cranky b*tch at times. Thankfully he sees past that (I hope).
My darling ordered my birthday present the other day and because I couldn’t wait (and since he told me and then brought it home!) I am now using it. I asked for a Mr. Bento lunchbox from Zojirushi. Happy days.
I’ve had a mini must-have love affair with bento boxes since my days in Vancouver. Although it is getting easier, they’re still hard to find. So, imagine my happiness when I saw some up on Amazon.com!
There’s a fine art to doing bento properly (hell, I probably just misused the word! Can one bento?) My very primitive and cursory understanding of it is that it’s all in the presentation of the food in small, portable containers. As you can see from Monday’s bento lunch pictured below, I have to work on the presentation. Eh, whatever, right? It all tastes the same in the end.
Clockwise from the top: leftover perogies (with onion, apple, & bacon), salad with dressing (bad bento form!), fresh!! strawberries, butternut squash soup
Of course there’s a whole Mr. Bento community out there. Just to get started try doing a search for bento in Flickr.
So, tell me: what do you pack for lunch and how do you pack it?
That looks like such a tasty lunch!
Lunch today was a tuna salad wrap in (gasp! I’m destroying the earth) plastic wrap, a large spinach salad packed in a Rubbermaid Servin’ Saver container, some grapes packed in a little plastic container, and a single serving of yogurt. All of this fits nicely in my rectangular-shaped insulated Thermos lunch box which, in turn, fits nicely into my backpack so that I can trek it all to work.
I like the looks of your lunch better.
Comment by Laura — March 25, 2008 @ 12:14 pm
Your Mr. Bento reminds me of the tiffins I saw in India. In the late morning runners carried several of the stainless steel tiffin lunches on a pole over their shoulders through the streets from good Indian housewives to their hungry husbands at their downtown places of business. They were three stainless steel pots that fit together one atop the other with a lid and a handle that the runner slipped over his pole for transport.
Comment by Marg Christenson — March 25, 2008 @ 9:48 pm
nothing like that ever left this house for school lunches - I don’t even rember packing lunches; it’s all a blur now. Now, when I go skiing or hiking it’s still the sandwich, banana (or apple) and granola bar affair.
Admittedly, not very imaginative or inspiring. Have to take lessons from my daughter!!!
Comment by Mom — March 27, 2008 @ 9:25 am