Contents of bento: Leftover eggplant parm with rigatoni. Two cut out cheese people in the top left--one of the advantages of being at little mama's house is the ready availability of american cheese for deco. Bottom tier: broccoli slaw with tomato, two dolmas, one kalamata olive, and a fishy of lemon juice. The top of this bento (which is from the contest) holds a little whole grain cookie, chocolate covered pomegranate seeds, and a salt and pepper packet I got from Scandinavian Airlines many years ago. They have hilarious messages on them:
Salt:
The color of snow
The taste of tears
The enormity of oceans
and Pepper:
Pepper has been called
"the gift of the East",
though "gift" means
poison in Swedish,
don't let that put you off.
The little cheese people were because this trip (1-week long) was the longest that HB and I have been apart since we've been married. I think we fared ok, though I was very glad to have him around again when I got back home.
I ate this on the top floor of the Washington Convention Center, sitting against a wall. It was very edible at that point, but the cheese people had gotten a little melty during the day. Oh well, I knew what they looked like when I made it, so it's not too big of a deal.
The white box, which shall be known as the white box, has, to the best of my measurements, 280ml in the top and 205ml in the bottom. There's also a little room in the lid, though none of my chopsticks are small enough to fit in the holders in the lid. I brought my ELPH chopstick set which was great instead.
Your salt and pepper packet poems make me laugh. I wish all condiments were so whimsical. I am so happy right now because earlier this week I found some (what have now been purposed as) furoshikis! My friend Natsuko sent them to me like 4 years ago and i was going through a laundry basket full of junk when I found them. They have the same lucky cat print on them, but one is blue, the other pumpkin colored. They are probably too nice to tie up my lunch, but they have been sitting around doing nothing for 4 years, so I assume lunch duty is immensely better than being in the bottom of a laundry bin.
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