Haunted house bentos
Posted on: October 12, 2012
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I grew up in an old house than I swore at the time was haunted. Something was always creeking, there were always critters in the basement and it had those funky unexplainable smells and noises that could really freak a kid out. Now that I’m older, I realized that the house was pretty cool despite the old factor. But as a kid those things create vivid memories.
Luckily my girls (4 and 2) don’t scare too easily. They think creepy is still pretty funny. I made them both haunted house bentos today. Above is Miss G’s Easy LunchBoxes container. From the top left is a seckel pear and cantaloupe houses with a black cat pick. Below the cantaloupe is a peeled clementine with a black cat face ring, raspberries with a kiwi house on top, Rudi’s whole grain bread with pumpkin butter filling and more sliced kiwi.
For her snack today, my 4 year old has a Happy Tiffin bento packed with cashews in the round container and a haunted house apple in the middle surrounded by sliced strawberries.
Miss A has a LunchBots Quad packed her her mini version of the same. From the top left are sliced strawberries and a cantaloupe haunted house on top, a clementine with a witch face ring ( my 4 year old said it was an eagle), in the bottom right compartment are mixed nuts, seeds and dried raisins and cranberries and the bottom left are Rudi’s whole grain pumpkin butter haunted house sandwiches.
Happy Friday, everyone!
bentoriffic 
October 12, 2012 at 6:48 am
I lived in a house where the mother, well, she died there, on purpose. There was one closet that creeped me out to no end. I couldn’t even go in there. And when we moved in, the doorbell would ring, no one was there and the lights in the kitchen would flicker, go out and then come back on. I had a little chat with her. I told her she could stay, we could live together, but she wasn’t allowed to scare me or the kids. After I finished talking, the lights went out for a second, and I never heard from her again. I’m getting goosebumps just thinking about it now.
October 12, 2012 at 7:38 am
My house at the time was 110 years old. All the buildings around the house were older so there were plenty of those kinds of stories.