lunch box idea

How to make cute moulded eggs

These eggs up the cute in any lunch box!

All you need for these adorable noms are large eggs and egg molds (can be found on eBay, Amazon or speciality bento sites)

First, start with LARGE eggs (small eggs won’t fill the mold, and you’ll end up with half-shapes). Add about 1 tablespoon of salt for each 3 eggs boiled.

This extra salt does not flavor the eggs at all - as the water boils, the salty liquid penetrates the shell through osmosis and provides sort of a cushion of liquid between the egg and the shell. This makes it much easier to peel.

Boil the eggs for about 15-18 minutes. This helps loosen the egg from its shell. The time may vary on your stovetop, so experiment until you find the right combination : )

When the eggs are done boiling, tap them gently on a flat surface to split the shell - be careful not to puncture the egg! If needed, briefly run the egg under cool water, but don’t let the egg become cold. In order to mold properly the egg must still be HOT!

Gently and carefully squeeze the hot egg a little to fit it into the mold better. Don’t go too fast or the egg will crack. The egg is still very pliable when its hot.

After it’s tucked into its mold just right, you can close the lid. If the mold you’re using doesn’t lock closed very well, try using rubber bands to keep it tight.

When the molds are all filled, put them into an ice bath. I put this bowl into the fridge for about a half hour or so.

When you’re ready to take one out, run it under hot water for a second. It helps loosen it from the mold. Open the mold and wiggle the egg a little until it comes out easily.

Ta-Da! A super cute shaped eggs!

Although I mostly stick to vegetarian options, oyakodon is one of those dishes I continually make an exception for. I fell in love with this savory chicken and egg dish while living in Tokyo, Japan for 18 months (which I made a graphic novel about and you can read here!). It was always a bit greasy at restaurants, so I love the homemade version much better!

Bento box with oyakodon, white rice, and broccoli salad (broccoli with mayo dressing, veggie bacon, raisins, and sunflower seeds).

Blue: Pt.14

Originally posted by monstaxscenariosx

Previous part: [Pt.13]

Warnings for this part: none


When you walked to work on the next morning you noticed that Minhyuk was still nowhere to be seen. On your way, you walked past a few dogs that only wagged their tails at you instead of barking.

Seems like Hoseok failed at dragging him out of his dark little cave.

“Good morning,” you greeted your coworkers when you arrived at the store.

“What happened to your lip?” Eunkyung asked when you came back from the staff room after changing your clothes.

“Some drunk guy attacked me yesterday,” you told her and she gave you a worried look. “I have a few bruises on my side but I didn’t sustain any serious injuries. I was lucky to… have a friend around who helped me get rid of him.”

She smiled a little. “That’s good.”

You were given some items to stack on the shelves so you kind of isolated yourself from the others and started with stacking some chips bags on their designated shelves. It was nice and quiet in the store since it was still quite early and there weren’t many customers. Everyone was doing their own tasks and your mood was good despite all the stuff going on in your private life.

You heard footsteps nearing you and turned to look at who it was.

Him again…

“Noona what happened to your lip?” the part-timer asked and started stacking some items on the shelf from the full basket he was holding.

“Don’t worry about it,” you said with a slight forced smile.

You both went quiet and just focused on doing your tasks. Then, when he was ready he walked over to you and started helping you with your pile of items.

“I didn’t-“

“I know you don’t want my help but I want to help you,” he flashed a charming smile to you.

You looked at him for a bit. “Oh, you’re wearing your name tag,” you said.

“Yeah, I finally found it,” he chuckled. “It was lost for a month. Guess where I found it,” he grinned.

You shrugged your shoulders since you had no idea.

“From one of my lunch boxes. I have no idea how it had ended up there,” he laughed and you gave him a small smile.

So his name is Hajoon…

“_____?” you heard Eunkyung’s voice call your name. “A customer is asking to see you,” she appeared in the end of the hallway and you looked at her before glancing at Hajoon.

“I’ll finish up here,” he smiled and you walked to Eunkyung who led you to the cashier where a customer was standing.

“Hyunwoo?” you were surprised to see the blue-eyed guy standing there with a plastic bag in his hand. “What are you doing here?”

“Let’s talk for a bit,” he said before walking to the door, exiting the store.

You followed him outside. “What is it?” you asked when you two had stopped in front of the store and were facing each other.

“I just came back from visiting Yuna,” he said. “I saw some suspicious-looking people walking near your place. They were blue bloods so I’m guessing they are somehow linked to the higher-ups.”

Oh, no…

“Be careful on your way home. Your place is starting to become less and less safe every day.”

You nodded and he walked away after giving you a look.


It was almost 5 pm but you were still at the convenience store. There were so many customers that you had to stay for a bit after you shift had ended.

“I’ll get going now,” you informed your coworkers whose shifts had just started.

“Thanks for helping us out,” they thanked you and you just gave them a smile before exiting the store.

You stopped after getting outside. Your eyes were glued on the person standing there who seemed to be staring at air. Minhyuk’s expression disturbed you. It didn’t look cold, it looked dead. He was expressionless but you could see that he was tired.

Hesitantly, you walked over to him and stopped next to him. “You came today,” you mumbled and looked at his side profile.

He turned his head and his expression didn’t change when he met eyes with you. His eyes were still the same beautiful shade of blue they had always been but the usual coldness was missing from them. That made your stomach twist a little.

Seems like he really went through some hard times during the past week…

“I didn’t have much of a choice,” he said, his voice sounding quieter and a little warmer than usual. He kept looking at you as if he was too tired to turn his head away.

“Are you okay?” you asked.

“Do you even have to ask? Do I look like I’m okay?” he asked with a little stronger tone, an amused smirk on his lips.

You shook your head.

“Yeah,” he finally looked away. “That’s what I thought,” he said with a quieter voice once again, looking at his feet.

You kept looking at him. His skin was paler than usual and his facial features were slightly more pointed than before which made you wonder if he had been eating at all.

He seems a little slimmer…

“Are you hungry?” you asked him after mustering up your courage.

I know he wants me to fear him and all that bullshit but I can’t help it. It’ll bug me later if I don’t do this now.

“A little,” he admitted which surprised you since you had been expecting an angry “you’re supposed to fear me, human”.

You quickly shook off the surprised feeling and you two met eyes when he lifted his head. “Want to go eat something small? Like grab a coffee or something?”

He just stared at you as if he was thinking about something.

“And even if you don’t want to eat, I was going to stop by a café anyway, so-“

“I’ll have coffee with you,” he said and pushed himself off the wall he had been leaning on. He started walking and you had to blink multiple times before you followed him.

Am I seeing things? Is that really Minhyuk? Something must be seriously wrong, he would never act like this normally.


You two sat down at a quiet corner table in the café you had decided to come have coffee at. You had bought two cups of coffee and two croissants - one of each for you, one of each for him.

Minhyuk slowly stirred his coffee with a teaspoon you looked at him. His expression was bothering you more than it should have.

“What makes you happy?” he asked suddenly.

Though you were flustered by the nature and suddenness of the question, you thought about it for a bit calmly. “Well, for example, seeing others happy makes me happy. Why?”

He shrugged, his eyes glued on the coffee he kept stirring. “Just wondering.”

“Are you asking that because you are trying to figure out alternative ways to feel happy? Like, you want to try if doing the things that make me happy would make you happy too?” you asked, making him stop and look at you. “Hoseok told me about why you’ve been gone.”

He let out a scoff and looked at his coffee again. “Of course he did, I should have known that.”

You quietly looked at him.

“You could call it something like that,” he answered your question, his expression changing a little.

“If you don’t mind me asking…” you started, stirring your coffee and looking at it. “Is your… weakness a person?”

He lifted his gaze and looked at you who kept your eyes on your coffee. “Mm hmm,” he hummed and you glanced at him.

“Is it-“

“What’s that?” he cut you off, staring at your bottom lip. “What happened?”

“Ah,” you slightly brushed your finger over the small cut on your lip. It had been easy to make it stop bleeding after going home the day before but it was still visible and there was slight bruising around it. “A drunk guy attacked me yesterday. Luckily Hoseok was passing by and helped me get rid of him.”

He quietly stared at the cut for a while. “Hoseok didn’t tell me.”

“Really?”

“Anyway, I’m glad he happened to be there,” he said with that unusually quiet and somewhat warm voice.

You furrowed your eyebrows a little and watched how he took a sip of his coffee.

Why is he acting like this? It’s giving me a bad feeling.

“I’m sorry for being gone so long,” he calmly said and looked at you. “I’m sorry for not being there to… protect you.”

“Okay,” you put your coffee down after taking a small sip out of it. “That soft spot stuff really messed you up, huh?”

He looked at you and gave a laugh while smirking. “Yeah, it did. But can you blame me? The only way for me to feel real happiness is to be around someone I hate. Imagine being in the same situation as me and the only thing that can bring you happiness is me. That would mess you up too.”

“I guess so… But why do you have to be around that person? Are you sure there’s no other way for you to feel happy?”

“I’m sure Hoseok already told you being the chatterbox he is, but this happiness is stronger than small happy moments like when you get to eat your favorite food or something. The happiness we get from our so-called weakness is unexplainable. It gives us such a strong feeling of happiness that we feel the desire to live again.”

“What do you mean by that?”

He looked at you. “It’s basically the reason we stay alive. Without that happiness, we would probably all just give up and kill ourselves.”

“So it’s that strong…”

“Yeah, which is why I’m trying my best to endure the fact that my source of happiness is a person I can’t stand. As weird as it sounds, I don’t want to die yet.”

You went quiet for a bit.

It’s so weird to see him act like this. He keeps answering my questions like it’s no big deal…

“I’m surprised you’re not telling me that I should fear you and stuff,” you said, not looking at him.

“Ah, that? I guess I went a little too far that day,” he calmly stated.

“A little?” you gave him a look. “You almost let me get eaten by a vampire.”

“Okay, maybe I went way too far,” he grinned. “I was just really shocked because I had just found out what my weakness is so… Anyway, I’m sorry for scaring you like that.”

“The fact that you are apologizing is creeping me out,” you stated, making him chuckle a little. “That’s even more creepy. I’m starting to think you’re not Minhyuk. Are you Minhyuk?”

“And if I’m not?” he asked, making your stomach twist.

“You aren’t M-Minhyuk?” you asked, actually feeling really scared.

What if this guy is some higher-up who has come to get me and they’ll keep me hostage to get Minhyuk and-

“You should see your own face right now,” he said with a grin.

“Who are you?”

His grin turned into a smirk. “Who do you think I am?”

You gulped and stared at him. He looked exactly like Minhyuk even though his eyes didn’t look as icy as before. He was wearing the clothes he usually wore except for the t-shirt under his hoodie.

“You’re wearing a different shirt,” you pointed out.

“Oh, this?” he looked down at his shirt. “I just felt like wearing it.”

Oh my God…

“I… I suddenly have something to do…” you said, avoiding making eye contact with him and collected your stuff before getting up and heading towards the door.

You managed to get out thinking that he didn’t follow you.

“Wait,” you heard his weirdly amused voice and soon he was standing in front of you with a grin. “I wore this shirt because the last one was covered in my blood, which you probably remember,” he said.

“I’m not interested,” you said and tried to walk past him but he moved, blocking your way.

“I also wanted to show you that I do have some spare clothes,” he said and gave you a look.

I’m still not convinced. This guy’s just trying to fool me.

“I was just kidding, idiot,” he placed his finger on your forehead and pushed a little, giving your head a small push. “It’s me.”

You looked at him. “I don’t trust you.”

“It’s not like you-“

“Minhyuk!” you could hear a voice call his name behind you and his eyes moved immediately on the person.

You turned around to see who it was. There was a man standing a little further away from you who was looking at you two with a grin.

“Who-“ you stopped mid-sentence when Minhyuk pulled you behind his back.

“Don’t say a thing,” he said seriously and you nodded even though you were confused. “He’s one of the higher-ups,” he told you after a short silence, making your heart skip a beat.

“What?” you asked in disbelief.

“It’s nice to see you. It took me a while to find you,” the man came closer and you noticed his eyes were blue.

“I wasn’t expecting you. Could you maybe come back later?” Minhyuk asked, not joking.

“Oh, I’m afraid not,” the man said. “My business is urgent. See, Yuna is missing. I know you and your little gang know about her quite a bit so I was wondering if you had maybe seen her?”

The man was asking a question but his expression told you that he already knew the answer. He already knew that Minhyuk and the others were hiding Yuna from them.

“No, I’m afraid I haven’t seen that angsty girl,” Minhyuk answered, making the man sigh.

“It’s a shame. I was hoping we wouldn’t have to force her to come out from hiding…”

Force?

“I heard she has a soft spot for a human girl,” the man said and you became stiff. “Eunkyung, was it?”

“I wouldn’t know,” Minhyuk lied.

“Stay away from Eunkyung,” you said and you felt like Minhyuk was this close to yelling at you.

“Oh, I didn’t even notice you,” the man said and you looked at each other. “Is Minhyuk taking good care of you?” he smiled very disturbingly.

“She’s fine,” Minhyuk said, his voice now lower than before.

The man moved his eyes from you to him and gave Minhyuk a smirk. “Don’t get too cozy, we’re going to come get you the second we find Yuna,” he turned around to leave. “Oh, and,” he turned his head a little. “I’m sure you know already but just a reminder for you and your little gang Minhyuk: we’ll do anything and everything to find her.”

He walked away and soon disappeared behind a corner.

“They know,” Minhyuk said with a voice that made you feel extremely anxious. “Say goodbye to the lifestyle you’ve had until now. You’re now involved in this too.”


Next part: [Pt.15]

Other parts: [Masterlist]

I'm going to be a "bad" mother.

I’m going to be a bad mom.

The idea of a “good” mom being this figure of unconditional love, endless patience, creative lunch box ideas, getting on the ground to play with the kids and their toys, kissing their boo-boos, cooking the kid’s favorite meals, and reading them bed-time stories each night.

Amongst other things.

I know that I’m going to be a bad mom because I’m -already- a bad mom.

My patience over my two sons deliberately torturing their teachers is shot. My will to pack creative lunches ran dry when kid #2 confessed he eats his snack and throws away the rest of his food each day. Star Wars noises have become the bane of my existence so the chances of me getting out the legos to help build that fighter set are zilch. I watched my kid purposefully throw himself down on the ground and look around in hopes someone saw him fall so he could come crying. No. No batman bandaid for you. Cooking has become “you can eat what I made or not eat.” And reading books to the kids lost appeal after the 7th time I found a book ripped up, urinated on, scribbled in, etc.

I am apathetic.

In less than 30 days, there will be another child who needs my care, who is 100% reliant on me, while my body is recovering from childbirth.

I’ll be a bad mom for an infant too.

I already resent the state of my body. I’ve already been dealing with antepartum depression.

Diapers, bottles/breastfeeding, burping – it will all get done but I sure as hell won’t be starry eyed.

I don’t have be.

I already said I was a bad mom.

I’ve accepted this fact so that I can get through the next…. indefinite amount of time.

So, when I have anxiety over the fact that things aren’t going story-book I can shrug.

So, when I feel like crying because I’m bitter and resentful I can pat myself on the back, validate myself that kids can be shitty, and move on.

So, when I look back on the irony of how many parenting classes I’ve taught, I can laugh.

Because I’m a bad mom.

And that’s ok.

Because if I keep trying and failing to be a “good” mom I’m going to start punishing myself somehow and that’s just going to take me from “bad” mom to “worse mom”.

I’ll take “bad” mom version of me over abusive mom.

Thus. I conclude this note with a toast to all of the other “bad” mom’s out there with some universal truths:

Kids are difficult.

You can do everything “right” and still lose.

Our cultural ideal of being an endless cup of overflowing patience and unconditional love is a fairy tale. You aren’t a monster if you don’t fit that mold. You are lying if you do.

Forgive yourself.

And after you forgive yourself, allow yourself to enjoy the rare and brief moments when your kids bring you joy. The parenting world isn’t black and white after all.

There -will- be those times.

There -will- be those times despite you being a “bad” mom.

We will get through this.

So #PokeNOM is over and #Burtoween is here, but I just got some soba noodles and thought that I could make a Tangela Bento with it. This is a light vegetarian lunch that the Bottomless Pit enjoys after eating too many snacks, and can be assembled rather quickly. It’s also best served cold!

Tangela Soba Bento

  • Soba (Follow instructions on packet to cook. Mine was just to boil it for 4 mins? After that I ran some cold water over it.)
  • Shredded Nori
  • Wasabi Egg Mayo Salad (After cutting off the ends of the egg for the eyes, mash the rest of the egg with some wasabi and mayonnaise!)
  • Carrots and Cherry Tomatoes
  • Boiled Edamame, De-shelled
  • Soba Dipping Sauce Tsuyu (Not pictured).

And then arrange it nicely and launch a pokeball to capture it!

My tag for bentos is #bento ideas!

I made a mushu pork stir fry the other night that my husband didn’t like (we discovered he’s not a fan of hoisin sauce), so rather than waste the leftovers, I folded them into gyoza wrappers. Eaten here with white rice and corn soup that I brought back from Japan. Those dehydrated soup packets aren’t the healthiest way to get my veggies, but they’re delicious comfort food as the weather gets chilly.