Hunger; the endless cycle of want.
I know I start every post saying I am sorry, and guess what, I am going to do the same time. My update schedule is crap, but- okay, no 'but' there. I hate waiting for something and I know many people out there do too. Either way, shout out to New Lad for commenting on my blog. Thank you so much, it means a lot. Now, back to the topic.
This post is about- you guessed it, food. Food is life. Honestly. I am a foodie, aka somebody who loves to eat food. I literally inhale food when I am hungry. I come from a family who cherishes food and loves it with all their might. My mother, my grandmother, and my great-grandmother are all great cooks. Their food is so good, it makes you want to worship them. So you might be thinking I am a great cook too right? Well, you are not wrong.
You are very very very wrong.
I am a horrible cook. I suck at cooking. I cook so bad, even the ingredients I use are horrified at what I have done to them. Just like this.
My cooking was a disaster twice. One time, I managed to mess up instant noodles. I added 6 cups of water instead of 3 so my noodles looked like mashed potatoes and tasted like sh-crap. My grandmother and great-grandmother must have been frowning at me from heaven. My mom's eyes were practically burning holes into me.
Another time, I made tea with... fermented milk. No, I am not kidding you, I made tea with fermented milk. I had volunteered to make tea for my darling parents. Now, tea and coffee are sacred beverages in my household. You mess them up, you become the disgrace of the family who couldn't make a cup of coffee/tea. So, I got the ingredients ready. But me being me, I grabbed the fermented milk, instead of the normal milk. (In my defense they both looked the same!) I added the tea powder to the fermented milk (which I hadn't realized it was then) and then am stirring. And stirring and stirring and stirring. Eventually, I noticed that the milk had gone, well, lumpy. My mom was about to enter the kitchen and I literally went all oop i-
She saw the lumpy milk with the tea powder, and me standing there with the sheepish please-don't-kill-me look. And you know what she did? She laughed. I am talking about the full-blown cackling witch-like laugher here. (No, not that witch) Then my father came, and he went, oh boy, I ain't getting tea today am I.
She cleared out the stuff and told me to get out of her kitchen, Harry styles style. (And frick yes, pun intended) If you haven't watched that one-minute video, please do, it's an exact replica of my mom. And my bff.
The other time, I messed up popcorn. Yes, popcorn. The bottom got all black and we all were gagging while eating it because the lockdown was going on and I had managed to mess up the last packet of popcorn. God, I am so daft *read in British accent*
While I suck at cooking and you read my sob stories in the kitchen, I have to tell you all, I am AWE-SOME at eating. I don't have midnight cravings, I have afternoon cravings after I have finished my lunch. My metabolism was crazy when I was 11, 12... aka before lockdown, During the lockdown, it just decided, ehh, what the heck, I will relax and let this girly here grow fatter.
Afternoon cravings. Yeah, so when I came back from school, I used to eat something. okay, I was forced to eat something, so I generally ate something. My father used to be at work, and my mom used to be on youtube/Facebook so I generally watch some Netflix. So at these times, I used to scrounge the kitchen for something to eat. My key places used to be the fridge, and the dining table, or the kitchen unit. Most of the time, the snack ended up being chocolate or chips. I continued this afternoon habit into the first 6 months of lockdown without school and bam. Instant flab and cheeks.
Yeah, I continued eating the same amount of food as I did when I used to go to school. I soon realized that wasn't going to work when I tried out some of my clothes in my closet. Either that or I grew. I am pretty sure it's the second option tho.
The months after that incident reduced my appetite. Literally. No, I am not anorexic or anything. I didn't feel hungry after that. I felt like I could go for a long time surviving on air and water and chocolates. Of course, parents don't like it when children starve so they shoved food down my throat. And they ask me why I have grown fatter. (Pshhh, mom, I am so not gonna exercise when I can just cut down on my eating and sleeping)
Yeah I know, that's not healthy, so I decided to sleep and exercise more on my birthday, which, by the way, was on 10th March. So yeah, that's that.
I know I was super late on this update, so I am so sorry for that. I had my exams and school was pushing me into a group project so yeah. I am sorry. I am working on something right now, so updates will be slow.
Hint- a new website maybe? <3
Peace
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