Okay so...I've been mulling over a bowl of sodium-infested maruchan ramen for like...a good hour. What is this? Why have I been reduced to eating food that people who have a high-school diploma aren't forced to eat? I long for the days of gelatinous fats and meats that are the bane of processed food's existence. Watching Bizarre Foods with Andrew Zimmern, I try to convince myself that the unpalatable noodles and re-hydrated veggies is some sort of exotic cuisine and that I should be thankful for my bounty. And yet, despite the illusionary thinking and attempt at deceiving my tastebuds, all in all, it still tastes like salted cardboard with a hint of old carrot.
Aside from my failed need of real food, including produce that I haven't been able to wrap my mouth around in ages, I will be leaving soon. California beckons, and thank goodness too. I'll be staying with my sister and her husband, who's family owns a taco shop. This, will be my new safe haven. Menudo, tripas, tongue and avocado abound. My flight leaves on sunday, and I can hardly wait to sink my teeth into the food that is my heritage-sake. Something that isn't fast food style college eats.
I think i'm going to go throw up.
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