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.
My lunch is scowling at me, I don't know if I can eat it anymore.
The Japanese are so polite to keep my lunch neatly stacked and compartmentalized for me.
What Pac Man here doesn't realize is that he and the ghosts are really made of the same stuff. Let's all try to get along, shall we?
Piggies, stop staring at me so blankly with your super blankity blank faces. I can't get a read on you, you're creeping me out. Let's just eat and get it over with.
He may seem hardened and cold, but underneath it all he's really sensitive and delicious.
I have to say, though it sucks to have rain in the summer, I do love the sound it makes when it patters on the dry ground for the first time in a while. Thanks for helping me celebrate, lunch!