Okay, so recently I have been on this bento box kick. A friend of mine mentioned something about it, and I was transported back in time to the days I used a bento box. When we used to run out and get a bento box lunch and take them to sit on this old dock on a small stretch of secluded beach ( island of Kauai ) to eat them. Now, here I sit in sunny Southern California, moreover Los Angeles, desert, no beach in site. And sadly, no bento! However, I am on a mission. I have a new found passion for the bento box. As a wife and mom, it is incredibly practical and as far as I am concerned a very under-appreciated tool.
It also saddens me, as I think back, about how I, a child of mixed heritage and culture, wanted so badly to fit in. I'd rather have used a silly lunch box like the other kids just to not be so different. Instead of getting on my soap box to explain where the system failed us as children, I plan to make right my wrong. My son who is also of mixed race will learn to appreciate the similarities and differences of all the races. I will make sure is understands that regardless of what you learn in school, you must always be proud of who you are and where you come from.
Well, okay so that was a little soapboxish, allow me to return to the topic at hand! Bento, boxed lunch. I can't wait to get our new bento boxes, fill them up with wonderful things, and run right out ( 20 minute drive ) to the beach or park to eat and enjoy!
Sadly, right now my bento box is packed up some place at my parent's place, so I've got to make due with my sorry disposable boxes. As soon as we get the new ones I will post photos here. So please stay tuned!
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