I know I got a mini-things and small utensils fetish, and will forever continue to hoard teeny tiny Baskin Robbins taster and gelato spoons.
But only until my lunch was assembled did the unintentional theme become glaringly obvious. Micro greens and mini mozzarella, dressed with balsamic vinaigrette and salt + pepper dispensed from these insanely cute Lilliputian-sized containers that put minibars to shame (compliments of TAM and American Airlines).
Because I ate a lot of these in my time as I child frozen food addict, chalk it up to how habits and preferences have a funny way of reversing themselves. Although I always did eat my B&R ice cream with the taster spoon.