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Which in bento-talk looks something like this*:
*boring but totally useful graphic plus an easy guide to choosing the right bento size found here.
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I’m turning Japanese, I think I’m turning Japanese, I really think so.
wife: So, what are we doing tonight?
husband: Stuff that starts with “B”. Basketball, Biscuits, Bacon, Beer, Buddy.
wife: Which “B” am I? Beautiful wife? Best friend?
Bento is a lunch concept that originated in Japan and has spilled into my heart with the force of 1 million Pacific Cooler Capri Suns being squeezed at once. Splash! In love. I make a bento just about every day for myself and Husband. I fill them with nutritious, delicious (and sometimes ambitious) ingredients that make for a perfectly filling and healthful meal during our work day. Bento is a feast for the eyes—so much in fact that I take a photo of each bento I make in hopes of recording my journey in bento. One day, I will be able to recreate the Seattle cityscape or Patrick Swayze’s portrait with just a scoop of rice and a little nori. Until then, I will be posting about bentos and maybe my musings will encourage you to view how you feed yourself and your family in a sparkling new light.
On to a few philosophical bean sprouts about Bento:
IT’S HEALTHY AND STUFF AND THINGS.
The bento boxes I use feature two tiers that snap or are banded together.
Meet one of my bento boxes:
I had a HORRID bout of insomnia last night. I wanted to punch the insomnia in it’s face. Also, if insomnia had a face it would look kind of like this:
that Twinkies last longer than most marriages. Which is gross. So, Internets, I would like to raise a tiny cream-filled golden sponge cake to a long shelf life and a Hostess Marriage™ for husband and I. Because I love him sooooo much.
Self after being sick this weekend:
INT. NEWPORT BAY - MOTHER’S DAY
A family is dining at a nautically-themed breakfast spot. The smell of weak coffee hangs in the air.
Look, Jessie, that goose is walking on water.
GRANDMA (under breath)
Just like Jesus.
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…the following to the collective Heavenly Spies Amazon.com® Wishlist on my behalf:
1 year supply of glitter.
Here’s another life update that will hopefully begin to spackle the gaping hole that exists between you and me.
New rogue adjectives. And some of these are painfully outdated. I suck.
Viva Oz Vegas was an insane success. Two sold out shows at the largest and fancy-pantsiest dinner theater in Seattle—on Halloween night no less. The show is going on tour same time this year and you can bet your sweet ass I’ll be on the bus.