It’s the last week of school, which means “Cook’s Choice” for the whole week on the lunch menu. “Cook’s Choice” (aka whatever’s left in the bottom of the fridge) is not a friendly sounding thing to a somewhat picky eater, so Carolyn has been bringing her lunch all week.
This morning at 8:05 (the bus comes at 8:27) I got out all the sandwich makings and said “Sunbutter and honey, right?” and got a face. I tried again, “Ham?” and got another face. So I said, “All right, what do you want for lunch??” “Can I have a lunch without a sandwich?” “What do you mean, a lunch without a sandwich?” “Like you used to make, with lots of different things but no sandwich, remember?” Errr…it’s 8:09 AM, the bus comes in 18 minutes, and you want me to make a bento?!? After not wanting a bento lunch since last October…? Oh, sure, why not?
Not bad, considering how out-of-practice I am and how very little time I had to stand in front of the fridge and figure out what on earth could go in a bento and form a complete-ish meal!