Training Wheels

clockwise from top left: string cheese with za’atar; salad of arugula, nectarine, gorgonzola, tomato, balsamic glaze, freshly ground pepper, and lime juice; greek olive hummus with freshly ground pepper (whole wheat pita not pictured).

It’s been brought to my attention that on the hottest day of the year, my Snow Day Pancakes post remained the most recent, and that just can’t stand.

I’ve been cooking more than last year (when I became obsessed with a martial art and everything else in my life was thrown by the wayside), but I certainly haven’t been making lunches on a regular basis, and I haven’t found the time to enjoy photographing food like I used to.

Friday a friend and I sat in the courtyard of a nearby building with our lunches. The trees offered welcome shade on a hot day, and despite the sounds of construction, it was lovely and relaxing. This lunch (above) felt like a bento with training wheels to me (the comparison isn’t perfect… I can’t imagine forgetting how to ride a bike), but renewed momentum has to start somewhere.

courtyard canopy


Takeout Bento / Slice Harvester

20080513 :: bento diary :: takeout +

Here we have another bento from the vaults, but one of my favorites. This bento contains (clockwise from right):

  • Leftover buffalo chicken
  • Cold pizza, cut to size: black olive, green pepper, and tomato (from Ideal Cafe, Jamaica Plain, Boston)
  • Golden beet sakura blossoms, red bell pepper and carrot ume blossoms
  • Fiddlehead ferns, steamed
  • Blue cheese dressing for the chicken, golden beet sakura blossoms


My friend just told me about his friend’s mission to try a slice of pizza at every pizza joint in Manhattan. He’s documenting this process on his blog, Slice Harvester. I believe my response was, “Whoa.” Probably followed by, “Holy f**k!” …and then some comment about how fat his friend was going to get. According to my friend, the deal is that he started at the top of the island, and he’s zig-zagging back and forth across as he makes his way down, literally trying out every pizza place. If I understand correctly, he hits a few in a night with somebody else, so they share the slices and he doesn’t have to eat all of every slice. Still, how can you not turn into a balloon of cheap cheese? I hope he has a gym membership.

I’m fascinated by this project and just started reading his blog tonight. I can’t wait for him to finish so that he can make a definitive call on the best place(s) to try. Check it out!

My new mission (significantly less ambitious): I want to be the pizza eating helper on this most righteous mission sometime. Ryan, please make this happen. I’ll cover the cost of his pizza… and maybe yours if you’re lucky.


p.s. Are you as annoyed as I am that “za” is a legal Scrabble word?! Seriously, who says they’re going out for ‘za? I am vehemently opposed to this supposed slang.

Back on the Bento Wagon (I Hope)

20100104 :: bento diary :: new year
January 4th (clockwise from top left): cinnamon raisin bagel (squashed into the bowl); assorted sweet pepper slices and sugar snap peas, herbes de provence hummus (w/garlic, lemon, green olive, etc.); greek yogurt, sour cherry preserves.
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