Before I joined the ranks of the gainfully employed, Ben and I used to have lunch together pretty much every day. But now that I have to eat at my desk (sad), the key to a good afternoon or a bad one usually rests with what my lunch is like. We've gotten into the habit of making bentos. Well, I should say that Ben's been making bentos for me. I'm a lazy git, particularly after dinner. This salad made with leftover ginger roasted chicken, tomatoes, and cucumbers was especially good.
Yum.
What's that you say? You're wondering about the dressing, eh? We all know that naked salads suck. Ben's mom to the rescue. Noni gave us this little container that's perfect for the purpose of holding vinaigrette. [It looks huge in the photo below but it actually fits in the palm of your hand.] And when I bring my deep fried Japanese pork cutlets to school -- as one does -- it'll hold my tonkatsu sauce.
I'd just like to know what "Proo" means....
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I happened upon your blog while looking for Charley Harper's Jesus Bugs - must be serendipity! I like your blog though and feel your pain about fitting in in this city.
On a funny note, as I scanned down and saw this particular picture I was like, 'uhhhh'. Then reading further that you wished you knew what it meant, I blushed! I'm not Japanese, I'm Greek but in Greek proo means...hold your breath (literally)...fart. Yes, you keep your bento in a fart box. Sorry!
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