When the cat's away, the mice will play...yes it's Hubby Bento Day!
[Wait, did I just call myself a mouse?]
Anyway, several months ago, Mrs. Bento Corner decided to run away for a 4 day weekend, leaving me with the kiddos, one of which needed a bento for school. To ensure that no record of that bento would see the light of day, she took our only working digital camera with her.
But she forgot that men are creative, and we can overcome such obsticles. I still had my old digital-8 camcorder in the house, and was able to film a video of my creations, and later retrieve a screen shot. Then I waited, not days, not weeks, but months, until this morning, while she lies sleeping.
I WILL NOT BE DENIED!
So, what kind of bento should I show the world? Not some foo foo girly bento, no, this would have to be a manly bento. And what is more manly than...
Doraemon!

Ok, so he's not that manly. Actually, any kind of cute food preparation is decidedly un-manly, but I digress.
The "bento" is basically a round sandwich. I got it round by giving it a bowl cut. I used the same bowl to shape the ham on the top of the head. The nose is a grape tomato (a very small pear shaped tomato, the pointy end is sticking in the bread), and the face is sliced nori. I forget what was inside the sandwich...some kind of meat. I see a cucumber sticking out, so I must have used one of those too. I am guessing that I put mayonase inside.
Anyway, like America's missle defense system, this bento was a success on many levels, it just failed its primary purpose. It was way too big, leaving no room for anything else in the container, and the nori blew off about 10 seconds after I took the video. Ah well, we live and learn. I ended up having to make a backup bento in the 15 minutes or so I had left before I had to get the girl into the car for school. Here is what I ended up with.

Ok, same basic ingredients in the sandwhich (meat, cucumber, mayo), this time cut into much smaller fish shapes. Included some assorted fruit and leftover cucumber salad.
That's all for now. Beware wifey, I will strike again!
The hubby.



