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.