I Will Never Eat Again.....
Aug. 31st, 2004 12:59 pmYou know, just when I thought Dining Hall food couldn't get any worse, it did.
Last night there were fresh grapes at the salad bar. A rare occurrance, I might add-- what little fruit there is is usually just a bit... past its prime. Anyway. I got a cupful of grapes to have later so that I wouldn't snack on such unhealthy foods as Tootsie Rolls, Mac'n'Cheese, etc-- you get the picture. I'm on my way back to the dorm when I just happen to look into the cup. I don't know why... maybe I wanted to know how many grapes were left. But I am so glad I did-- there, nestled amongst the fresh delicious grapes was a CHUNK OF EGG WHITE. All up in my grapes. Now I've never, EVER really liked egg in the first place. But to find a malicious piece of egg white leering at me from my much-anticipated grapes was just a bit more than I can really take.
And no, I couldn't just remove the egg white and go on eating. All the other grapes tasted just like egg... bleah. And I do mean Bleah.
And now, whenever I think of food, I think of that malignant bit of egg... and I doubt I'll ever be able to eat again.
Last night there were fresh grapes at the salad bar. A rare occurrance, I might add-- what little fruit there is is usually just a bit... past its prime. Anyway. I got a cupful of grapes to have later so that I wouldn't snack on such unhealthy foods as Tootsie Rolls, Mac'n'Cheese, etc-- you get the picture. I'm on my way back to the dorm when I just happen to look into the cup. I don't know why... maybe I wanted to know how many grapes were left. But I am so glad I did-- there, nestled amongst the fresh delicious grapes was a CHUNK OF EGG WHITE. All up in my grapes. Now I've never, EVER really liked egg in the first place. But to find a malicious piece of egg white leering at me from my much-anticipated grapes was just a bit more than I can really take.
And no, I couldn't just remove the egg white and go on eating. All the other grapes tasted just like egg... bleah. And I do mean Bleah.
And now, whenever I think of food, I think of that malignant bit of egg... and I doubt I'll ever be able to eat again.