My Food Seems To Be Very Cute -

Is it also the most peaceful I’ve felt all week? Also absolutely.

If you had told my 18-year-old self—who believed that “real chefs” don’t play with their food—that I would be packing bento boxes shaped like sleeping bears, she would have rolled her eyes so hard she’d have sprained something.

It started, as most things do, with a tiny pair of googly eyes. My Food Seems To Be Very Cute

My Food Seems To Be Very Cute (And I’m Not Sorry About It)

My food, in short, seems to be very cute. Is it also the most peaceful I’ve felt all week

I didn’t eat it. I laughed. I took a picture. And then, a strange thing happened: I felt better.

I was making onigiri for a sad desk lunch on a Tuesday. The rice was too sticky, the nori was wilting, and my general mood was hovering somewhere between “meh” and “why am I like this.” On a whim, I cut a tiny strip of seaweed into a smile. I pressed a leftover edamame bean into the center of the rice ball. It started, as most things do, with a

That was three years ago. Today, I can’t make a bowl of oatmeal without turning the banana slices into little moons with faces. My pancakes have permanent, syrup-based grins. I once spent twenty minutes carving a bell pepper into a dragon whose only job was to guard my hummus.