Food Faces

Occasionally one of the blogs I follow will feature photos of an amazing bento box. I can't imagine the time (and food waste!) it must take to put some of those together. I often wonder if their kids' friends think their parents are cool, or crazy.

I don't have that amount of talent or creativity, but I have started a theme lately, only a few of which have been captured for posterity. I'll try to start taking pictures of more.

First up, in the breakfast category, we have scrambled eggs with mini plums (from our front yard tree) and a banana. Simple, effective, happy:



Next, in the lunch category, we have something a little more on the wild side, showing signs that it secretly wants to be a jack-o-lantern, and dying streaks of purple in its hair (grilled cheese, half a hot dog, and a simple green salad with red onions and carrots from our garden).



And lastly, our dinner plate is a little more depressive. Maybe it's the feta cheese dandruff that it can't seem to shake, no matter how much lemon vinaigrette it massages into its scalp with tight curls of striped beets. Or maybe it's the smudge of barbeque sauce that wont wash off it's chicken mouth. Who knows?



They say presentation is everything, and it is amazing how an extra 30 seconds putting together an otherwise ho-hum meal can bring a few smiles to the dinner table, at least to the face of this dad.