Are you sitting down? ‘Cause I’m about to drop a bomb on you.
I GOT A NEW LUNCH BOX!
I know, right? Very exciting. Almost too exciting for a Thursday. In fact, I’m going to have to ask you to chill the fuck out. After all, it’s my lunch box.
And actually, “new” is a bit misleading, as that may lead you to believe that I had a lunch box prior to my last night impulse acquisition, which I did not. I did have one of these, however, to keep my pb&j from getting smushed.
‘Cause smushed pb&j is full of FAIL.
So anyhow, I was in Food Lion last night, stocking up on bring-your-lunch-to-work essentials, and somehow I ended up in the far back corner. This is the section of the store Food Lion calls the “international section” but I call Sección Latino because although there are some token cans of crispy noodles thrown in there for good measure, it is heavily weighted towards products of the hispanic persuasion, if you know what I mean. And I think you do. There I was, marveling at the multitude of Goya nectars, when I saw a small display of kitchen appliances. Well, appliances may not be the right word, as there was not a power cord to be found. Mini mortal and pestles, tortilla warmers, and (wait for it…) lunch boxes!
So this baby (in black) came home with me.
Unfortunately the lunch box, excuse me the Thermal Food Carrier, does not come with an abuela to pack me a delicious and nutritious shrimp, rice, and soup lunch, so most likely my lunch will continue to consist of a pb&j sandwich, crackers, whatever fruit is in season/on sale, and some cheese. Honestly, I’m not complaining. Having to explain to my Abuela why I didn’t finish my soup EVEN THOUGH SHE SPENT ALL NIGHT SIMMERING IT TO PERFECTION SO I WOULD HAVE SOMETHING WARM IN MY BELLY AND NOW HER ANKLES ARE SWOLLEN would be too much pressure.
You can’t really tell from the picture (but I know you are dying to hear about), but one of the removable compartments is divided into 3 mini compartments. I know, right? Awesome. Perfect for keeping my grapes from touching my Special K Crackers* and getting them all wet and mushy.
So yeah. That’s it for today. Oh – and MY NEW LUNCHBOX cost <$7. Suck it, Mr. Bento.
*Which, fyi, are the size of postage stamps. From the commercials (and the box) I expected them to be at least the size of a saltine. So the recommended 17 cracker serving is not as generous as you might think.