To start off I have a round plate that contains an over flowing amount of chip like objects. They are a tan colour and shaped like crispy circles with some dark spots where they were burned. Also on my plate is a bowl of white dip that has pieces of green inside. I take the chip like food and dip it into the thick white substance. No smell comes with the food as I place it in my mouth. As I chew it, it crunches in my mouth and when I swallow it I feel the dip slide down the back of my throat. I eat a few more and am then attacked with a burning sensation that fills my mouth and goes all the way down my throat. I quickly grab my ice cold glass of brown liquid and throw the yellow sliced object in and take a sip. The burning sensation is relieved as the cool liquid makes its way down my throat. Once I am finished I am brought a large circular pan that has a food on it that’s divided into triangular slices. There is a tan crust that edges the cheesy gooeyness. Underneath the top layer there is a red like sauce. The aroma it gives off makes my mouth water. I pick up a floppy slice with two hands and bite in. It’s hot and almost chewy. I continue to enjoy a few slices and then I am full.
Worst Meal Ever
Sitting on my plate there lays a stacked pile of little round green balls. When I pick one up to eat it, my nose is filled with a stench that is similar to steamy vomit. The tiny ball that resembles a microwaved head of lettuce is squishy and almost soggy between my thumb and index finger. As it enters my mouth I feel the leafy layers settle onto my tongue, almost as if melting. I chew as fast as I can, letting the ball turn into a sticky mush that I swallow immediately. Next up, I stare at the long object that takes up almost half my plate. Although the outside of it has no smell, the thick brown and black tube of meat in between fills my nose with the smell of barbecues, reminding me of summer. On it are squiggles of red and yellow sauces and a green spread. Sprinkled on top are little chopped up white pieces in the shape of tiny squares. I pick up the log like object and my fingers squish into the fluffy outside. I put it to my mouth and have to compact it to fit. My tongue comes in contact with the dry outer shell and is then faced with a tough exterior skin that puts up a bit of a fight as I bite. Each bitch makes a crunch and before I know it I’m done. To wash it down I grab my glass of a pulpy light orange liquid.
brittany lynn 