Give your smoothie bowl a face. Arrange your grapes into a smile. Let your sandwich have hair made of carrot shavings.
So here is my official verdict:
My Food Seems To Be Very Cute (And I’m Not Sorry About It) My Food Seems To Be Very Cute
It’s looking at a chaotic Tuesday and saying, “No. Today, my broccoli will have rosy cheeks.”
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. Give your smoothie bowl a face
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.
I didn’t eat it. I laughed. I took a picture. And then, a strange thing happened: I felt better. So here is my official verdict: My Food
My food, in short, seems to be very cute.