I like the foods that I like--I wouldn't say I'm a 'picky' eater, I just don't like a lot of foods, but I really like a few foods. This situation creates an atmosphere of longing and repetition. I've been waiting for my favorite foods to show up and chowing down since as long as I can remember. In pre-school I distinctly remember sobbing the day I had a doctor's appointment that ran late and made me miss my favorite lunch: meatballs.
As I've gotten older and started working the waiting part has kind of disappeared because I can just buy the foods I like. Here is a list of foods that I have arguably become addicted to:
I've been trying to figure out the point of this post for a little over three hours and all I can come up with is that I really need to hurry up and turn 24 so I can have a masters degree and look so good that when people look at me funny for ordering a Chipotle burrito bowl with a tortilla on the side I will not care.
Either that, or I just hyper-analyze everything, especially when it comes to food, and I really need a chill pill and some more self confidence.
It's one of the two.
As I've gotten older and started working the waiting part has kind of disappeared because I can just buy the foods I like. Here is a list of foods that I have arguably become addicted to:
- 2012- Snicker's Ice Cream Bars
- Once a day, everyday for around a month I would walk to the Walgreen's by my house to buy exactly one Snicker's ice cream bar.
- "Maame, what is this? Why didn't you just buy them in bulk, like, once a week?" Good question: I have no answer, I was a stupid tween--MOVING ON!
- When I ran out of money from my babysitting gig and could no longer afford the ice cream bars I can honestly tell you that I had withdrawal symptoms.
- Like a crackhead in prison, I was forced to move on.
- 2013- Pirate's Booty
- Every week for 2 months I would buy exactly 2 bags of Pirate's Booty (2 for $4) from Dillion's and spend the whole week eating them
- One day as I was eating a bag, I realized that I had out-eaten them. They stopped being a treat, so I stopped liking them.
- A crackhead sees the light again.
- 2014- China House
- Before an orchestra concert, after school on early release, after pay day, or when I felt like it I was at China House ordering sesame chicken, light sauce, pork fried rice and crab rangoon instead of egg rolls.
- The only reason I stopped eating China House was because, well, actually I had it like two weeks ago, nevermind I still eat there. My addiction to Chinese food hasn't gone away.
- I guess you could say I'm weaning myself off of it in the same way doctors wean crack babies off drugs; it's a gradual process.
- 2015- The Waffle Iron
- Gourmet (?) $10 waffles that are literally burning a hole in my bank account and I still haven't stopped.
- If you're a true fan, you'd know that since I was 5 on our family trip to New Mexico when I was first exposed to waffles, I've loved them.
- A few months ago my friend Jessica, who is a true friend and a true fan, took me to get fancy waffles because she knows how much I love them and that's when it started.
- It's like I'm a crackhead living in a crack house.
- This is such a problem because I refuse to stay in my hometown forever, which means that I can't go once every other week like I'm doing now.
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| Me the year of the infamous doctor's appointment, smiling through the pain. |
I've worked at the same fast food joint for over a year now, and nearly everyday without fail (until she fell ill) this woman would walk in around 2pm and order a diet coke and two ice creams. It was like clockwork, we could always expect her. One thing to note about me, is how self conscious I am, especially when it comes to food. I hid my Snicker's bars, I tried to play Pirate's Booty off as just a snack and I physically cannot eat alone.
The problem is when people point it out. Don't remind me that I've had the same snack all the time, don't look at me when my friends don't show up for lunch--just leave me alone until I'm 24 and have better self confidence as a result of my glo up and college degree.
I'm not even going to say which restaurant it was because I'm so disgraced, but I made a misstep and was called out by a worker (who knows me because I'm always there) because I should know better because I'm literally always there. It was the most horrific moment of my life because I realized I'M THE LADY THAT WALKS IN A 2PM EVERY DAY AND ORDERS TWO ICE CREAMS AND A DIET COKE.
I've been trying to figure out the point of this post for a little over three hours and all I can come up with is that I really need to hurry up and turn 24 so I can have a masters degree and look so good that when people look at me funny for ordering a Chipotle burrito bowl with a tortilla on the side I will not care.
Either that, or I just hyper-analyze everything, especially when it comes to food, and I really need a chill pill and some more self confidence.
It's one of the two.
