Bento 36: Celebrating the English
St George is the patron saint of England, the land that I had adopted to call my own. Every year, 23rd of April is celebrated by the patriotic English – unfortunately it is not a public holiday,so it’s usually a small-scale celebration of parades and barbeques ect. Nothing big, but if there was a national English day, this would be it. St. George is also the patron saint of a number of other causes/countries, primarily the scouting movement, Albania and in a number of countries that previously form the USSR.
Seeing that it is a day of celebration of being English, I thought I would get together a snack bento of all things English. Well, not all, as there was way too many typically English food to pick from. So in my bento, I included a typically English cucumber sandwich, whole mini pork-pie and a halved scotch egg. Scotch egg (like the pork pie) is traditional English picnic fare. It is basically a whole boiled egg wrapped in sausage meat and then deepfried. Contrary to its name, scotch eggs were actually invented in London by Fortnum & Mason. Handy, tasty and practical (can be eaten cold) it’s perfect for a bento, as you can see. This is usually slathered with brown sauce – also known as the good ole regular A1 fruity steak sauce in the States.
Cucumber sandwich on crustless, buttered white bread, with ketchup making a cross on the top to represent the English flag (not the Union Jack, which stands for England, Northern Ireland, Scotland & Wales)
Strawberry on a bed of salad leaves, a mini pork pie (from the pack yesterday), half a scotch egg with brown sauce between the egg & meat and peapods to pad it out.
Since this was such a patriotic bento, I offered it up to bacon (the hubs) to take it with him for his snacking pleasure on his train journey into London in the AM. When I got up this morning, the container had been emptied and left on the sink. Hmm. A bento thief on the loose? Concerned, I rang him, and he confirmed that yes, he indeed have the bento with him. Which he had taken out from the fridge in the morning and tipped it all into a disposable container. WHAT?!? Apparently he didn’t want to risk losing the box ( I had told him that he MUST always take care of the box!) and had thought it a good idea to tip my tightly packed and presented bento into a disposable box. Where it gets squashed and thrown around mercilessly by his 101 files, folders and other crap.
Gah. He’s not getting the whole point of a bento lunch is he?