Buttered Up: Lunchbox pasta

BY SARAH KHANNA My lunch box was not a friend. I didn’t bond with it, would not look forward to hearing it snap open and found no pleasure in its content. Considering it a waste of my arm’s energy, I slugged it over to school reluctantly, with a new trick I had learned — the eye roll. The only thing I liked about it was that I’d choose a new one each year, reflecting my ever-morphing personality through brightly colored images glued onto boxed plastic. In the first grade, I was dubbed a “cookie monster”, protesting against sandwiches until I…