Naturally, after posting the ekiben bento manga scans last night, I dreamed of bento. My brain also pulled in elements of congoing, school anxiety dreams, and a 4-H competition* I was in back in 5th grade. It started when I was in some sort of class for cooking and for a final exam I had to construct a bento balanced between the four food groups. I'd managed to miss the deadline for turning it in, so in the hopes that I'd get at least a C for doing it, I was struggling to make a totally awesome bento to turn in a day late. The bit where it had to be nutritionally balanced was from the 4-H cooking competition I entered back in the day.
And then the dream moved on to some sort of convention I was selling art at, and my table was one of only, like, three in an enormous hall, and there was another one run by a couple of Indian guys - which continued the theme of the bento, since it involved curry - and I'd packed a bento to eat. Which was, of course, the bento from the class above.
I'm trying to remember exactly what was in it, but it's all fading now. It was in a container that was mre like a rounded pot than a box - sort of like this
Hanshin Tigers Win bento from the ekiben photo pool on FLickr, only the pot wasn't a baseball. :)
It was layered vertically, and I'm not sure how the layers were kept from seeping into each other. The bottom layer had rice in one half and a curry in the other half. Then there was another layer, possibly entirely rice with some sort of flavor in it, and then a third layer of possibly another variety of curry, with a cup containing a small salad nestled into it.
Aaaaaaaand now I'm getting hungry.
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4-H, for those who don't know, is a youth organization vaguely like the Girl and Boy Scouts that's sponsored by the US Department of Agriculture (USDA) that is supposed to foster various good characteristics in young people by having them do various vaguely-agriculturally-related things. Other 4-H clubs got to do nifty things like skeet shooting, riding, raising rabbits and so on. Mine? Did
cooking. Blah. I mean, I like cooking, but I could do that an my own. That year was the end of my career in the 4-H.
Wikipedia page.