For today the specialty of the house is random stuff about food! :3 Ah, that reminds me, before the closed Donnie Mac's here in Boise, I loved their Random Soup... Once it was baked potato soup and it totally tasted like a baked potato, it was awesome.
I don't know very well why I actually felt inspired to write about food while listening to Chromeo's Fancy Footwork, just for the record, I looooove Dave 1; but! the point is, it did get me to write about food, even though I'm not hungry, which is one of the weirdest things ever D: I'm always hungry or talking about what I just ate and then getting hungry again...
Anyway, ever since I was very little food has been mainstream for me. I learned how to cook at age 5 because my mom would be too busy with my other 354524587 siblings so I had to make my own breakfast, and I don't mean getting cereal and milk, I would fry the hell out of eggs and bacon, make empanadas, pancakes and stuff 5 year-olds shouldn't be doing.
At night, and my mom has nooo idea of this, or maybe I told her and I forgot I did, if so, then she knows, but right now I'll assume she has no idea; my dad used to take me to eat tacos or mini-pizzas at 2-3 in the morning, just awesome, and I'd drink coke just to make an statement (ok, no, but coke didn't make me hyper, that I know off... I just really liked it :3 ). And, basically, those were my bonding times with my dad.
I have to say, it was very interesting to see Cancun at night as a 5-6 year-old, I guess it's because we're not supposed to know there's a soul still up at night or that the world keeps going on at all or whatsoever.
Ok, hell, I gave up, now I'm the happy consumer of a giant glass of milk, a FiberOne brownie and a banana; good thing I wasn't hungry... aaaand, back, to business!
So, yeah, that was cool.
By the time I was 8 years old I'd cook for my whole family since my mom had to go to work all day, and I mean ALL DAY, 9am-9pm shifts. It was fun until my mom forced my big sister to learn how to cook for failing at school, then I was out of work. So, the remarkable part there was to go eat at friends' houses and shiz, because they had different rules and cooking methods. Once I went to have lunch with a friend who practiced some random religion and for whatever reason they forced me to eat the whole thing of soup even though I was full, because of some religious rule to not waste food. Well! I wouldn't have to waste it if you didn't serve me a crap load of food, to start with. And for that matter, if you don't want it to get wasted here's a tip: DON'T cook more than what you're gonna eat or add hard-boiled eggs and have it for dinner! but don't stuff the poor 9 year old who happens to be around just because you can't measure. On a happier note, the soup was good, I just got sick from eating so much of it and didn't want to eat soup for a couple years since that happened.
The soup was one of 3 food related traumas I've had in my life. One of them was a self-inflicted wound. I was a 8-9 year old thing and I ate like 3 pounds of ham all at once, no help needed, I loved every little bit of it until I threw up. After that I hated ham for several years, I could not handle the taste of it, no even it's smell. I started eating ham again when I was like 15 and just if it didn't taste like it at all.
The third was a hospital related incident. When I was 12 years old I had my appendix removed and the surgery/pain part was not the most terrible side of it, it was the FOOD. Although, I was lucky enough to only receive solid food the last day I was at the hospital, it was enough for me to get my 3rd food related trauma, it wasn't as bad as the ham one, but still. It was some sort of 'picadillo' but it could have been my recently removed appendix as it was terrible to look at, not to mention it's taste. So if anyone asks me, I ate my own body part in some disgusting form of cannibalism, and that's how I know what an appendix tastes like. After that, I ate picadillo again a couple years later.
I'm bored tbh lol I wish I was more interesting but I guess that's all I have now.
Oh! I guess I have to say: Happy New Year! and just in case, Happy St. Valentine's! (well, I'm not pretending I don't know I'm a slacker! haha).
Ciaooo!
Ranx2
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