A Tid Bit on College Food

I feel most existential when I'm eating at the cafeteria: What's the point of living with food like this? This is not food, this is edible ingredients made to look like food. To look barely like food… It makes you wonder what cruel twist of fate ended you up on this side of the Atlantic. We just had to be descendants of Puritans—not able to enjoy anything apparently, even food. We try to find bargains for our food. We are shocked if a meal cost us more than 20 a plate. Let's splurge-- let's eat off campus It's been a while since I've spent more than 5 dollars a meal, I'm starting to crave that good old 7 buck Pad Thai. My parents used to give me an allowance and I would eat. I didn't shop as much as I would go out to food with my friends. I was surprised when I didn't drop 20 bucks. Now I get the small of everything. Water is just fine, suddenly. I dropped 15 pounds this year. Not that I'm too poor to eat. I got plenty of money on my dining account... It's more of a voluntary fast… When I get hungry I walk through the cafeteria and suddenly I don't feel as ravished anymore. People save money in college because they can't wait to get their own place or buy their own car I have dreams of spending money on real food. Last great— I mean GREAT— meal I ate cost 25 bucks. I shouldn't have to shudder at that. You can't live without food. And you get what you pay for. There is a direct correlation between goodness and price. If you spend 5 dollars you get cold tacos with no flavor. If you spend 50 you get lobster and crab stuffed mahi mahi. I have expensive taste (literally), I realize that, but it's not like I'm hungry for a fucking Lamborghini or the latest apple invention or a giant house, I want food. Real food. Good food. Because fundamentally, we are what we eat.