I hate sandwiches.
Well, that's a slight exaggeration. I like, for example, buffalo mozzarella, fresh basil, and tomato on focaccia. I like that with prociutto too. I like most paninis. I like grilled vegetable sandwiches. And I like baguettes with brie.
OK, I like some sandwiches. But they have to be fatty, vinegar-y, or hot. And they can't, can't, CAN'T be on crappy bread. I am no PBJ girl anymore.*
So what's a commuting girl to do when lunch is on the line and proverbial moths are still fluttering out of proverbial pocketbooks? Answer: buy a really expensive lunchbox.
No, really; look at this:
This, my friends, is the Zojirushi Mr. Bento Lunch Jar, and it will be my new best friend in 5-9 shipping days.
An "American" sandwich won't even FIT in here - instead, I will have a four-course extravaganza, kept hot by Japanese Bento-technology. It is awesome looking, practical, and even has a CULT FOLLOWING! Seriously, if five thousand "Mr. Bento Porn" pictures can't stimulate some rockin' lunch ideas, I am worse off than I ever imagined...
YUM!
*One exception. I will still eat a tuna fish sandwich with Doritos wedged inside - a favorite of mine from high school.
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Hey there, cats don't eat pie!
Matt and I welcome the very cute, very intelligent, super adorable, worth at least sixpence (twice as much as your cat, Dave!) NEW KITTEH!
Already our dissertations are in peril!
Um, and not just metaphorically.
Kitteh finds the sunny spots!
Kitteh learns about glass table tops!
Vicious Aloysius makes a friend!
More pictures - and his name - once he loses the ridiculous vet cone.
Already our dissertations are in peril!
More pictures - and his name - once he loses the ridiculous vet cone.
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