Aloha Friday Bento (244)
Yeesh, this is bento #244. Before I know it, I’ll be at lunch 300! +_+ What should I make for that? A Sparta bento with 300 toothpicks for spears? THIS… IS… BENTO!!!! Hahahahaha!
No.
The new school year is starting for the kiddies and so we attended the open house this week to meet Baby Girl’s new teacher and see her class and stuff. She’s going to have homework each week, which means *I* have homework each week. They’ll study letters and bring home pages to paste pictures of words starting with a particular letter. I’m actually rather excited about when they start studying ‘B’. That page will look nuts for sure.
The curriculum is much more academic than her previous class and her teacher seemed very seasoned. I asked the dreaded question, “What time should she be here?” and the answer that came was, “Punctually at 8 AM!” We looked at each other and I knew we were thinking the exact same thing.
“Shit.”
Taking them to two separate preschools is a massive pain in the buttocks. I think this means that if I don’t do my bento at night, there will be no fancy food for lunching. I must rethink my bentomaking strategies!
Since today is Friday and I’ve had these alphabet cutters sitting aroud doing nothing for forever now, I decided to write a little message in my curry. I found a little article on Aloha Friday for people to satisfy their curiousity. There’s a very catchy song to go along with it but I’m too lazy to link it here from YT because I have to do some special thing to make it work that I don’t remember! If you have the time and are on YouTube for something else, try searching for it. 😀
What I did for this bento was quite simple. I took out the carrot chunks, washed them, sliced them up, and cut them out into little letters and flowers with my cutters. I made the rice into flowers using an onigiri mold my Aunty K sent me a while ago and dabbed some red hana ebi (shrimp flakes) into the middles. They looked a little sad just sitting on the curry so I tucked some romaine lettuce leaves underneath them.
Buddy has developed a burning desire to wash his hands and brush his teeth ALL the time. I send him to time out for screaming bloody murder about not getting a third cookie and 20 minutes later someone will say, “Hey, where’s Buddy?” and we’ll go to the bathroom and find him there brushing his teeth or washing his hands. One time this week I found him making little wet balls of toilet paper and paper towels to throw into the toilet for awesome splishy splashy fun. I’m hoping this is just him being a boy and not early signs of him becoming a hypochondriac.