I know I’ve mentioned before how I’ve recently gotten into bento making, inspired in large part by the justbento website and also Maki’s wonderful Just Bento Cookbook. While browsing her site about a week ago I discovered a bento contest held by Bento & Co, and I decided I just had to enter.
The theme was pasta. You had to use some sort of pasta in your enter, but it had to be Italian and not Japanese pasta (so no soba, udon, etc.)
While I’ve made quite a few bentos before, I actually have never made a pasta bento, but I knew I wanted to focus more on the visual aspect of my bento than on taste. So I sat and pondered pasta, what kind of pasta should I use, what would I make out of it, yadayadayada, when a bout of inspiration(cue the tiny lightbulb) hit. I decided to make a bento featuring spaghetti noodles based on Vincent Van Gogh’s painting “Starry Night.” Continue reading
I have a confession to make:
I love my cons. L-O-V-E love love love.
And I feel that there is nothing wrong with anticipating some awesome geek out time.
This time, for whatever reason, was a little different than the rest. I’m not sure why, maybe it just felt different. I think part of it’s because we didn’t really have a new cosplay this year. I did wear my Tifa cosplay for a while on Saturday, but that was about it. I didn’t even pull out Sailor Pluto–although, after last time with the new boots and the blisters, can anyone really fault me for it? Continue reading
Pretty isn’t it?
Lets travel back, waaaaaaay back in time to say, oh, how about Valentine’s Day? Actually a few weeks before, just to be exact, when Michael asked me what I wanted to do for V-Day.
“We shouldn’t do anything for Valentine’s Day. In stead we should save up buy an ice cream maker and make ice cream for Valentine’s Day!”
I may have pestered him a little about my sudden desire to make ice cream (and I may not have admitted that this desire sprung from all the rumblies I get in my tumbly when I’m browsing Pinterest and have to fight the desire to try and eat my computer screen). I claim that the pestering stopped at Valentine’s…he claimed I just kept on going. And, lets face it, he’s probably right. Continue reading