lunch is manly. For starters, it's packed in a men's
bento box. You can tell it's for men because... um,
it's black. Pastels are so womany, you know? And it
which may or may not be manly, but I'll say it is because
otherwise the theme collapses and I get all confused
and start writing nonsense.
lotus slices, which I simmered in some juice left
over from a recent batch of niku jyaga, some
edamame, and almond
jelly. As I forgot to pack anything to eat that slippery
jelly with, wish me luck. If I can't manage it with
my chopsticks I'll be picking it up with my hands.