There’s a spat over sprats, between exporter Latvia and importer Russia. The sprat, a fish no larger than 16 centimenters, attracts the great affection of the global Latvian diaspora. Yes, yes, it’s important to millions of people, including little old me, because I adore having it in my bento. Here’s a picture of the Riga sprats.
Anyways, I thought I’d take a picture and show my bento (going clockwise from the upper right corner): sprats; spinach, rolled up; teeny tiny shrimp and seaweed furikake; kimchi; and two gigantic Medjool dates in the middle.
I’ve also decided that a really nice part of the lunch ritual, if available, should include looking at pretty things – like flowers, art, etc. These flowers made me happy, and I kinda counted them as a sort of “dessert,” supplementing my bento.