61 posts tagged “food”
I always expect my food to get stuck and then I'll be out of money and food. Or pushing the wrong number combination and getting stuck with raisins or something.
On Thursday, I went to get something to eat after pointe & ballet class. Could not find anything I wanted to eat (plus, because it was around 3pm so the store in the college food court was already closed). I decided that I wanted something to drink - they didn't have Minute Maid grapefruit juice so I opted for chocolate milk.
A little girl asked her mom if they could get chocolate milk and the mom said no, chocolate milk is a treat and they're not getting a treat now.
Uh, right.
Anyway, I put in my $1.35, pushed 45 and waited. The machine moved slowly and I thought - "great, it's not going to drop down." And then it did, all the way to the bottom. However, this machine doesn't dispense drinks through a bottom slot - it's at the side. Which meant that I lost my $1.35 and chocolate milk.
Great. My worst fears. Well, technically my worst fear is getting electrocuted or getting swallowed up in lava, but this is my worst fear in terms of vending machines. Plus, it wasn't just wedged stuck so shaking the machine would have done nothing. It's not like the milk could move from the bottom back up to the side slot.
I contemplated giving up but then I decided to call the number on the vending machine. It's worth a shot, right? First, though, I had to find out the area code (I hate when they only write the 7 digits) so I asked some guy walking by. He didn't know as apparently he "didn't live here". So you're just on a college campus for nothing? (I asked a girl walking by and she told me).
The message at the phone number directed me and other poor souls who lost money to the vending machine monster to room SC 201 so I headed there, explained my situation to the lady - she gave me a form to fill out and then handed me the $1.35.
Should I risk it and try a vending machine (there were others) or just forget getting a drink?
I decided not to risk it, but I really did want something to drink so I walked around some more. Found an ice cream shop which happened to have drinks too so got my chocolate milk for 12 cents cheaper! ($1.23). Yay!
People have the weirdest eating habits. At the dorms today, this one girl had a plate full of hard-boiled eggs. She would pick one up, slice it, take out the yolk and spread it onto the plate's edge, then take the egg white part and dip it into barbeque sauce (or something that looks like bbq sauce). And she had like six (or more) eggs! And the way she was moving (also when she was getting veggies from the salad bar) was really kind of hectic, spastic.
I've mentioned this before but I absolutely hate it when people comment on what I am eating (or not eating). It could be a completely innocent, noncommittal remark and I'd take offense to it.
I haven't eaten well (read: healthy) this week. I ate out for lunch Tues, Wed, and today (Thurs); I ate a burger for lunch and a burger for dinner on Tuesday, half a burger for lunch and a burger for dinner on Wednesday. Not on purpose. The only burger I chose to eat was Tuesday lunch - the rest were given to me.
But anyway, yeah, I know. It's not healthy. I get it. Not that my "healthy" lunch (cereal and yogurt) is actually all that healthy.
So can someone please tell Monica and everyone else who has the inclination to make comments on other people's food choices to just stop? It's really annoying. This is one thing I like about Rachel - she eats McDonalds, donuts, coffee, soda, chocolate, brownies, cake, cookies, etc. She's super skinny. She dislikes vegetables to the point where she picks out carrots in fried rice. And she never comments on the unhealthiness of the food I'm eating.
I was called "weird" today because I drink coffee after lunch but not in the morning. Hey, I get sleepy midday. I'm usually not that sleepy in the morning and a cup of hot chocolate is good enough in the morning.
So just chill, 'k?
Didn't have a great day today...
We ate lunch at the dorms today. I hate it when people preach about eating healthy. It's annoying.
Monica: You shouldn't eat those french fries. They've been sitting there for a while. They're old.
Me: Uh-huh.
Rachel: Eh, I don't care, I'll eat them anyway.
Monica: You can eat yours. Alphabet, you can't.
Me: *shrugs and continues eating fries*
So then when Monica was clearing the plates on her tray, she reached over and picked up my food tray of fries and tossed them onto the pile of dirty plates.
I didn't say anything and didn't react, but I was thinking "DID SHE JUST THROW MY FRIES AWAY?!"
It's partly my fault, that I let her tell me what to do. But sometimes, she treats me like her little toddler daughter. And it gets really old fast.
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TBIL and the other boss came back from lunch and we were discussing a problem that we've been working for several weeks. The two of them were talking over each other and I just sat there and stared at them. Then TBIL asks "you look confused" and I was like "I don't understand what you want me to do." So then he says that he'll write up something and send it to me. Good. Because I had no idea what they were talking about. Well, I understood but I didn't really think it would work and when I don't want to do something - I stall until the person just gives up and does it themself.
I got a beef and rice burrito and fries. Rachel got a pastrami sandwich and fries.
My biggest beef with these food trucks is that they don't post their prices. Prices play a large part in my decision-making process. How can I decide what to get if I don't know how much it costs?
I paid $4.75. Rachel's (along with a large bottle of iced tea) was $8 something. For lunch? That's outrageous!
As for the food quality - it was okay. The burrito was a little dry - there was no sauce, though I could have put some hot sauce in it. The french fries were eh. Rach liked them but I didn't. They were kind of wimpy and a little like they were re-cooked (though I don't think they were).
So I think our little experiment of the food truck is done. We can get cheaper, better food elsewhere. I don't really understand the appeal of food truck food. It's not cheaper, it's not all that good. I guess if you're in a location where there is no permanent food place, then yeah. But in our situation, the cafeteria is just a 2-minute walk away.
I am such a pig. I also ate a pepperoni Hot Pocket.
The box said "Dough is made in New York!" Seriously? And then sent cross-country? Does that make any sense?
Yesterday, some friends at work and I went to Whole Foods during lunch - one girl had to buy some baby food for her baby. Anyway, to be honest, I was surprised at how expensive everything was and how everyone there was just buying it up.
I mean, I can understand the eating unprocessed foods thing. But $7.99 for a container of cherries or strawberries?! You can get strawberries for a dollar at Ralphs or Vons and those kinds of places. Note - the sign either said $7.99 each or $7.99 per pound... I don't remember, and to be honest, I have no idea how much strawberries or cherries (or any fruit, truthfully) weighs, so I don't know but just the idea that people actually buy this stuff was just astounding.
Even if you wanted to eat organic and such - I think the big 3 (Ralphs, Vons and Albertsons) sells organic food. Probably not as cheap as the un-organic chemical stuff, but probably not as expensive as these *boutique* grocery stores either.
Needless to say, I don't shop at Whole Foods or Trader Joe's or Bristol Farms or anything like that. I know it's not healthy for me, I like my food processed and cheap. Especially the cheap part.
So anyway, I bought some french fries today to go with my Hot Pocket. The fries were $1.10 + tax for a small container, which I thought was actually a pretty big container - it's a plastic box that you would put a burger in, filled with fries (the picture was taken after I had eaten about 1/3 of the fries). I'd hate to see what a large fries looked like!
E and I went to eat at the dorms today for lunch. $6.50 for whatever you want to eat. Here's a pic of my salad - lettuce (I think - the dark leaf kind), cooked green beans, peas, corn, shredded carrots, raw cucumbers, a bit of cheese and a dollop of dressing (actually - 3 different kinds: sesame, Italian and some herbed dressing). We also had some pepperoni pizza (yum!), crinkle cut french fries, a couple of wedges of roasted potatoes, fried rice, a chocolate chip cookie and some soft-serve ice cream w/ rainbow sprinkles on a sugar cone. I ended up throwing out the rest of the ice cream but I ate the sugar cone.
And of course, I had to get pink lemonade. That's my drink de jour. (Is it du jour?).
I hate eating with other people (aside from my family). Aside from the whole "getting food stuck in your teeth" thing, I hate having to fend off comments about what I eat and how much of it I consume.
As a kid, I was a picky eater and had a small appetite. I hated vegetables with a passion and my mom would make dumplings or egg rolls just so I'd have to eat the veggies. I've also grown up with a "don't waste food" mindset, not so much because there are starving children in Africa, but because karma's a b**** and if you waste food now, you might go hungry later on in life. (Btw, this doesn't mean you have to eat all the food right now, you can save it for later).
Two key incidents I remember from my childhood: 1) Preschool, age 4. We were eating pizza and all the other children finished their slices and went off to play. I was the only kid sitting there, trying to finish my piece, but I just couldn't. The fact that the teachers/assistants were waiting for me to finish made me nervous and didn't help (I wasn't allowed to play until I finished - the teachers finally gave up when playtime was over).
2) First grade, age 6 - we went to Polly's Pies on a field trip. We each got a piece of cherry pie. It was probably the first time I had ever eaten pie and I didn't really like it. But, keeping the whole "don't waste food" thing in mind - and considering I couldn't just pass the food on to my dad (the human trashcan), I kept trying to finish the pie. Finally, a mother (chaperone) told me that if I didn't want to eat the pie, I didn't have to. What?! You mean, that's okay?
Fast forward to present-day. I'm not a picky eater and I have quite a healthy appetite. After a bout of trying to lose weight by calorie restriction (there was about a 3 week period one summer where I ate less than 800 calories a day, and lost 14 pounds), I ended up binging on cookies and sweets... and then binging almost every evening.
Needless to say, I'm sensitive to people's comments about what I eat. It seems like I either eat too much (and people make comments about that) or I eat too little (when I was practically starving myself, or if I just eat fruit or something). And I hate finishing my plate before everyone else, and I hate being the person still eating while everyone else is done. That's why I prefer eating alone.
There was a meeting today and so there was extra food leftover. I got a 2nd plate - Indian food, so it was rice and some yogurt chicken, plus some creamed spinach. Not exactly a 2nd huge piece of steak or something. All my coworker had to say was "wow" and that made me quite uncomfortable. Of course, she made a comment about another girl's plate too (the other girl piled on a lot of food onto her plate). I felt bad for the other girl (I know that the coworker sometimes makes insensitive comments without meaning to) - especially since this other girl used to be a bit heavy (or so I heard) and probably doesn't like hearing about food or weight either.
I find people who are picky about food to be funny. I mean, yes, I did pick out all the black sesame seeds from a pile of noodles (the first bunch had 31, I think), but as long as it's edible and doesn't taste *too* funky, I'll eat it.
When I was little, I was a picky eater. And a slow eater. Which is probably why I was skinny as a kid (not super skinny, but skinny). And now I'm not a picky eater, which is probably why I look the way I do now.
But anyway, it's funny that people won't eat leftovers. Yes, the pasta and salad were from 2 days ago, but it's not like it was just sitting out on the table the whole time - it was put in the fridge. It's like if you had leftovers for dinner and ate them two days later. What's the big deal?
Obviously, if you had to choose between fresh food and leftovers, the fresh food would be more enticing. But the leftovers are just going to waste... (of course, if I'm eating something I don't like, I'll try to pawn it off to other people... but just can't/won't toss it in the trash).
