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Bento 36: Celebrating the English

April 22, 2010

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?

7 Comments leave one →
  1. April 22, 2010 7:03 pm

    LOL, your hubs is too cute! Mine would probably take the whole box but forget it at work for a few days until it gets stinky. 😀 I love the patriotic bento!

    • April 22, 2010 7:23 pm

      Oh, trust me, he had done that before as well. There had been a few times where we had had to ‘sacrifice’ the whole box. This is why he gets non-kawaii boxes!

  2. hypothermya permalink
    April 22, 2010 9:18 pm

    He took it out of the box?!? Lol. That sounds like something my boyfriend would do… From the above pic, it seems like it looked splendid while it was still in the house, though. 🙂 The scotch egg looks scrumptious.

    • April 22, 2010 9:22 pm

      Lols – I know right? MEN! Apparently it’s me nagging him about love & care for plastic lunch boxes…

      thanks – must admit the scotch egg is store-bought! bentocheat!

  3. hypothermya permalink
    April 22, 2010 9:27 pm

    Heh. 😀 I’ve just given up on some things… Ever since I nagged my boyfriend about doing dishes, he’s started to wait for my used plates for his breakfast or dinner — “So there’s not as many dishes.” >.<

    Also, brilliant bentocheat!

    • April 22, 2010 9:32 pm

      see, now thats just plain clever…I must copy your boyfriend!!

      • hypothermya permalink
        April 22, 2010 9:34 pm

        Oh no! I’ve created a monster! 😉

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