I woke up this morning after confused dreams about my Southern childhood, with a craving for some of those foods like corn bread and fried chicken. The result is this bento for Jan which has gyoza, sweet peppers stuffed with nice mustardy egg salad like my mother used to make it, asparagus and strawberries, Pocky in the lid, and mini corn muffins on the side.
A big tradition was the summer 'family reunion', and everyone brought their best cooking to this event. How I miss those incredible afternoons, where the only danger was that someone's coconut cake frosting would melt in the Florida heat, or Uncle someone would fall off the porch drunk. Those were the days.
My bento for today is just like his:
except no Pocky because this bento box doesn't have a lid compartment. :(