I know, I know, I am in deep denial that the season has changed and it's just not because it says so on the calendar. There's fog in the morning, my furnace kicked on unexpectedly and it's the last farmer's market weekend. Brrr... it's autumn, wake up and smell the pumpkin patch!
Ok... I poked around the back of my closest, slipped on last year's Uggs house slippers and preceded to pack a caprese salad bento box. Is it the last insalata caprese of the year? Maybe. But you haven't seen the the last of tomato, mozza and basil. I think there's a pizza margarita bento box somewhere in the near future.
Ok... I poked around the back of my closest, slipped on last year's Uggs house slippers and preceded to pack a caprese salad bento box. Is it the last insalata caprese of the year? Maybe. But you haven't seen the the last of tomato, mozza and basil. I think there's a pizza margarita bento box somewhere in the near future.
