Just Like (a) Human

My bento box is becoming my faithful companion these days.

I just get in the kitchen and whip up a tasty meal the night before, or, with my new schedule, in the morning when I get up, since I now work from noon to eleven at night on four days a week. It means I rely less on the vendors, who are almost always gone when I’m ready to go to lunch, and I don’t have to rely on the wheel of death or fast food to fill my belly at five in the evening.

This box is my saviour, in a delicious sense.

Here I am, ten-forty at night, hungry, waiting to leave work, and I hadn’t eaten my food (company had burgers and dogs earlier). I popped open my bentō, heated it up on my break a little earlier, and get to enjoy lemon chicken with roasted salsa, rice with veggies, and creamed corn (which hardly spilled at all during its rough day — just a little in the rice, and a little in the empty slot next to the corn is all it did). 

I think I understand a little about why the Japanese carry bentō boxes now. It’s great to eat food that is prepared with love. I loved cooking food that I knew would go into this box, and I am loving how it fills me up late at night with nutritious, healthy food (except maybe the corn :)).