My Food Seems To Be Very Cute Direct

So here is my official verdict:

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. My Food Seems To Be Very Cute

— Bon appétit, cuties. 🍙🥦 Drop a comment below: What’s the cutest meal you’ve ever made? I’ll go first—a potato that looked suspiciously like a sleeping kitten. I named him Spud. So here is my official verdict: That was three years ago

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. I once spent twenty minutes carving a bell

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’s looking at a chaotic Tuesday and saying, “No. Today, my broccoli will have rosy cheeks.”