Tableau Vivante

I’m not going to be posting these every day.  Just on the days I remember to take a picture.  And, let’s be honest, with bento it’s got to look the part, as well as taste good. Some days I will miserably fail at the former depending on how much time I had to make my lunch, and if I deem it to be a Fail Day, I won’t subject you to the outcome.   Click the picture for notes on what’s what.

Favorite item today happens to be a leftover from Easter – Coffee and Brown Sugar Duck Breast.  It’s a recipe I may post some day if I remember to take pictures while I’m making it.

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I was stumbling around the intarwobs this morning, cup of tea not-so-firmly in hand, looking for a break. A window. A crack in the pavement.

I found a poem.

Tossing aside the slightly misogynistic comparison of food and woman (T.Vivante’s Log, supplemental: I find it funny that when I’m writing, the English major in me goes silent, leaving me to commit all manner of grammatical crime. But when I’m reading? Pop out the critical theory and let’s get dissect-y!), I found it fun to read. The alliteration held me. The rhyme amused me. And really, these days? I’ve barely had the time for a chapter of anything. I have a copy of Jhumpa Lahiri’s The Namesake taunting me waiting for me on my table (and about a dozen other books that need a good spine cracking). I am a little tickled about something though - my schedule may be tight, but I found I have time for recipes and poems.
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