Having chickens, I have a lot of eggs. My hens, at the ripe age of 2, are producing an egg a day, leaving us an abundance of eggs, we eat a lot of frittatas. Perfect for using up anything, seriously anything, in your fridge, frittatas are a quick dinner when paired with a sauce and a carb. But we’re talking bentos not dinner. I had trouble fitting the beans in the box and keeping them looking presentable. And, in retrospect, I think the chicken salad would have been more aesthetically pleasing deconstructed.
My bento obsession stared when I realized my leftovers could be turned into something a little more glamorous, most bento moms, make these pups fresh, each morning. I need to find a way to seamlessly blur that line.