Friday, July 01, 2011

What Am I In The Mood For To Eat?

Did you ever have one of those days when you don’t know what you’re in the mood for to eat?

Or you THINK you know what you’re in the mood for to eat, but then after you eat it you say to yourself, “Gee…this was NOT what I was in the mood for to eat.”

So then you try eating something else because it looks good, but then after you eat it you say to yourself, “Gee…this was STILL not what I was in the mood for to eat.”

Then, once again, you try eating something else because it looks delicious, but then after you eat it you say to yourself, “Gee…maybe I should just go to bed and start over tomorrow, because no matter what I eat it’s really not what I want.”

And by 9 p.m., you’re FULL and BLOATED with food in your stomach that you THOUGHT you were in the mood for, but none of it filled that feeling of, “Yes…this is exactly what I was in the mood for to eat!”

Monday, I had one of those days.

And I hate those days because it feels as though my taste buds are playing some SICK mind game with my brain.

First of all, I was practically out of food in my kitchen because I didn’t have time to go to the grocery store, therefore I ate what was left in my refrigerator. I ate a big bag of frozen mixed vegetables that were seasoned with herbs and garlic sauce. Now normally I love this food, but for some reason it left me feeling flat and unfulfilled.

So I flossed and brushed my teeth, and then walked to the Wawa convenient store down the street to see if there was something I was in the mood for.

Initially, I picked up a pre-made Greek salad because that looked good.

Then I picked up a pre-made container of cheese, grapes and pita chips because that looked even better.

Then I went over to the deli section and thought I might enjoy a nice Italian hoagie. But as I was glancing at the menu I thought to myself, “Yup...I know exactly what I’m in the mood for….a Mexican quesadilla!”

Thus, I walked TEN blocks to a new Mexican fast-food restaurant, but discovered they DID NOT serve quesadilla’s. That’s right, NO quesadilla’s.

Yeah, see if I ever go back to that so-called AUTHENTIC Mexican restaurant again.

Adios muchacho!!!!!

So....I walked TWO more blocks to a Quedero Mexican fast-food restaurant and ordered a large vegetable quesadilla with a side of avocado and sour cream. I took it To Go. And then ran back to my apartment because I wanted to sit down and relax; enjoying what I had FINALLY figured out what it was that I was in the mood for to eat.

*insert unhappy look on my face*

But, it wasn’t.

In fact, I ate the WHOLE thing thinking to myself, “ Nope…this isn't it either.”

And the worst part about it was that the quesadilla made me extremely GASSY, which caused me to I walk around my apartment for the rest of the evening, TOOTING like Thomas The Choo Choo Train.

Therefore, if I can give you any advice if this should ever happen to you….

“Gee…maybe you should just go to bed and start over tomorrow, because no matter what you do it’s NEVER gonna be what you’re in the mood for to eat.”

Wishing you a not-one-of-these-days weekend everyone!

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