My Food Seems To Be Very Cute -

As I write this, I’m eating a bowl of ramen. The soft-boiled egg, cut in half, looks like a little sun. The narutomaki (that white fish cake with the pink swirl) is winking at me. The noodles are tangled like a cozy nest.

I didn’t eat it. I laughed. I took a picture. And then, a strange thing happened: I felt better. My Food Seems To Be Very Cute

Make it soft. Make it sweet. Make it look you in the eye and say, “Hey. It’s going to be okay. Now eat me.” As I write this, I’m eating a bowl of ramen

I was making onigiri for a sad desk lunch on a Tuesday. The rice was too sticky, the nori was wilting, and my general mood was hovering somewhere between “meh” and “why am I like this.” On a whim, I cut a tiny strip of seaweed into a smile. I pressed a leftover edamame bean into the center of the rice ball. The noodles are tangled like a cozy nest

Making my food cute isn’t about being childish. It’s an act of gentle rebellion.

Give your smoothie bowl a face. Arrange your grapes into a smile. Let your sandwich have hair made of carrot shavings.

Is it silly? Absolutely.