Most meals I make end up looking like the right hand portion of this bento; a mush of different types of food. I figure, it all ends up in the same place, who cares how it looks? Obviously someone cares. I'm so ashamed.
What is this gingerbread man singing about? First thought, "Frosty the Snowman" but look at his jaunty little hat and dramatic wide stance! He must be in the middle of an epic Vivaldi piece or something. He's serious. I'm going to let him finish his song before I eat him.