Posts tagged with "food"

On Friday The 31st

This morn­ing I woke up and my ana­logue watch told me it was the 31st. I did­n’t believe it.

I could have sworn that I put my October bus pass in the lit­tle com­part­ment of my bag where I keep my change, lens cloth, lip balm, stash, and pro­phy­lac­tics, but instead, I left it on the shelf in my room. This is the same bus pass that I bought sev­en days pri­or so that I would­n’t have to wait in inor­di­nate­ly long lines, and would­n’t for­get on the first of the month and shell out $2.60 in change.

So I end­ed up pay­ing the dri­ver any­way, not­ing the 10¢ increase since the last time I paid with change. Groggy, I make it to the stop just in time to catch my next bus, some­thing that nev­er hap­pens, but I let it go by any­way in favour of buy­ing a caramel cor­ret­to from Second Cup.

For the last two weeks I’ve been try­ing to ween myself off cof­fee. It’s sat­is­fy­ing to have some­thing warm and sweet (and caf­feinat­ed) to sip with a bagel in the morn­ing. I’ve recent­ly gone to the lighter orange pekoe (from two bags to one bag), and I’ve avoid­ed buy­ing cof­fee if I don’t feel the need for one.

But today is Friday.

Hot Disgusting

So there I was, sit­ting at my desk with my pop­py­seed bagel with plain cream cheese, start­ing to get hun­gry. I decide to get some­thing hot to drink, so I grab my change, and walk to the hot drink dis­penser in the kitchen. I grab a pack of choco and put it in the slot of the machine, insert my two quar­ters, and watch the machine inject brown water into my mug. In my head I have the taste of rich and creamy Second Cup hot choco­late, and this is what I’m expect­ing as I walk back to my desk before I take a sip. There were lit­tle sol­id bits of brown float­ing in the liq­uid, what I assume was just undis­solved choco­late pow­der.

I take a sip. This hot choco­late is so fuck­ing dis­gust­ing, that it’s hilar­i­ous. It’s not just bland and watery, it goes through lev­els and lay­ers of bad taste. It starts out like instant hot choco­late from pow­der mix with a lit­tle too much water mixed into it. Then there’s a lit­tle hint of ash that fades before the dis­tinct taste of burnt metal­lic cook­ware. The fin­ish is all water, with no oth­er taste what­so­ev­er, aside from a hint of some­thing that’s too light to be dis­tin­guish­able.

And as I keep drink­ing this, I can’t help but laugh after every sip. It’s the most vile, most putrid, most com­ic cup of any­thing I have ever had.

Weekend Breakfasts

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My Saturday morn­ing table ten­nis prac­tices have been tem­porar­i­ly moved to lat­er in the day, so I’ve had the chance to redis­cov­er hot, cooked break­fasts, as opposed to the muffins and bagels I’ve been eat­ing due to lack of cook­ing time. If the time change is a per­ma­nent thing, I’ll start doing bacon again. Breakfast used to be my favourite meal of the day, just because of the bacon and egg com­bo. Oh, how I’ve missed the bacon.