I still remember the sound of my grandfather’s antique metal lunch box clicking shut every morning. It was a heavy, dented piece of steel that smelled like coffee and hard work. There’s just something about a metal lunch box vintage
I remember the first time I ditched my plastic containers. It was a Tuesday, and my leftover curry had successfully turned a translucent Tupperware bowl into a permanent shade of “radioactive orange.” I realized then that my lunch deserved better.
Do you remember the last time you opened a soggy sandwich at your desk and thought, “There has to be a better way”? I certainly do. It was a Tuesday, the rain was pouring, and my salad had effectively
