The past few days have struck out with bentos. Perhaps my daughter has finally had her fill of beets and/or onigiri, but she insists on having these for her lunch.
This morning, I woke up to have her as well as her loyal feline companion, our beloved Max (about 12 + lbs of fur and love), taking up the center of our bed. My husband and I were pushed to the extreme edges of our respective sides… I got her changed, teeth brushed, and told her she was going to help me make her lunch.
Roasted beets – she specifically requested flowers. Flowers, she shall get.
Boiled quail eggs with black sesame seed faces… but they shifted a little bit.
Onigiri with grilled shiozake (salted salmon) per her request. However – today, she formed her OWN onigiri. We pulled a kitchen chair to the counter, and she washed her hands without drying them off. I placed a golf-ball sized clump of steamed rice, and made an indent in the middle for the salmon. I then wet my own hands, and placed a larger bit of rice, and showed her how to “fold” the steamed rice around the yummy filling. She made two – I helped to “seal” off the center, and molded them into distinct triangular shapes, and wrapped nori around them.
Carrot sticks and blanched asparagus (not shown)
“Look at the adorable little onigiri!” I told her.
“I helped you make them, Mama,” she beamed.
I heard the little one stirring in her room, and went to get her ready for the day.
When my older one saw her come into the kitchen, she beamed, “I made my onigiri today!”
“Onigiri?” the little one replied.
“No, onigiri, GO-HAN! (Breakfast!)” replied the little one, as she tried to climb up the side of her high chair.
She must be hungry….
Hopefully today’s a home run lunch!