My daughter loves fish. She said she could eat it for lunch every day.
On the days I pack any type of fish in her bento, I can easily detect this fishy scent from her when I pick her up at school. Due to the lack of perfection in using chopsticks, she uses fingers for support, hence fishy fingers. On top of that, to my dismay, she wipes those fishy fingers on her T-shirt and/or shorts, no matter how many times I’ve asked (demanded) her not to do so.
Oblivious to my anxiety, she happily finished all of her bento today and came running into my arms. Having taken a few steps back I surrendered and held her tightly, sharing that wonderful smell of seafood on top of my Chanel Coco.
SMALL TOKYO KITCHEN 