All my life, I have been brought up with a “bankrupt the buffet” mentality. It could be Asian culture dealing with Caucasian business principles or it could be just plain cheapness. And that’s why whenever in a dining hall, I’m pretty sure I eat like a pig and take forever to finish because I always go back for more food.
I eat a serving of everything. And ever since I started working at the Grille, I realize that sometimes I make food just because it looks good. For example, baked potatoes (which I slice perfectly because one of jobs of the wraps station is cutting and prepping our baked potatoes) . Whenever one of the dining halls sets up a potato station, I must make the perfect baked potato. Broccoli and bacon contrasted chromatically with viscous yellow nacho cheese. Why did I add nacho cheese, which I hate? Because it offers a uniting color and shape factor that ties the potato together. That’s all.
And I roll some awesome wraps whenever they lay out tortillas. I would fill them with the same ingredients as the ones at the Grille (lettuce, chicken, bacon, secret mayo) and I would roll them perfect: tight yet springy.
But last week, Brooke said I was bony. And my first reaction was: I’m not bony! For some reason what Brooke said really hit me in a soft spot. (Which I have a couple of because I’m not bony.)
I have proof. I just moved up from a large boy’s sized coat to a small men’s size. Tell me that’s not progress. And that new pillow I brought? Too thin for when I sleep on my side. Apparently I have shoulders now, probably from scooping milkshakes. I’ve only gained ten pounds from the start of August. And I’m guessing that’s where most of it went.
you do know that nacho cheese is a subsidiary of the soylent company, don’t you?
Those poor Asians…