Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label food. Show all posts

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Food Theft: YOLOOOOO

Most students at the College of Merp choose the full meal plan--21 meals per week--because the food is quite good and it's nice to have someone cook for you and wash your dishes.  But a significant minority of students choose to get 14, 10 or 5 meals per week.  The idea of buying a reduced meal plan is theoretically that you will buy your own food and/or sleep through breakfast every day.  Maybe sleep through the weekends too.

This rarely happens in real life.  Those who sign up for the reduced plan often do so with the insane grin that's shorthand for "YOLOOOO!"  Instead of having 21 opportunities to get 21 meals, a student now has, let's say, 10 opportunities to get the same number of meals.  Sneakiness, pockets, not making eye contact, and creative use of potential containers are popular strategies in this campus-wide challenge.  Last year, one student actually wrote an article in the school newspaper on how to, ahem, maximize your ratio of food obtained to food paid for.  

Naturally, Dining Services did not think this was so great.  (This is probably one reason for Shimesky's limitations.)  And I have to admit that I side with them.  On the other hand, they should be flattered that we think the food is so good that we want to steal it.  Other colleges don't have this problem.

Honestly, I think it's totally cool to take a snack for later when you're eating a meal that you paid for.  There's a difference between getting your money's worth and smuggling a rice-cake bag filled with sandwiches out of the dining hall by hiding it in your pants leg.  Most students on the full meal plan don't eat all of their meals, anyway--c'mon, early breakfast on Sunday is for squares.

With all of this in mind, I have drawn up a few images of Acceptable ("Yes") vs. Unacceptable ("No") use of dining hall resources.  My devoted readers may refer to these in times of internal strife.




Saturday, January 28, 2012

Foodsexual

This morning, I ate breakfast so aggressively that I found a Cheerio in my boot an hour later.  Whoops.
But this is not really atypical.  I would describe myself as a foodsexual.  Menfolk, I like you, but are you chocolate chip cookies?  Are you pesto or nectarines?  No.  You are not.  Nothing is more exciting (nudge nudge wink wink) than a sublimely prepared meal.  At college, I plan my whole daily schedule around which dining hall has the best breakfast, lunch, and dinner.  And I will walk miles out of my way to get there. 

What’s more, I look forward to the occasional fancy restaurant meal for DAYS.  I stalk the online menu, click through the picture gallery, look up dish names that I don’t know (they’re always some kind of Italian inside joke), and strategically starve myself on the Awaited Day.  There is a deep and barely appropriate pleasure in savoring every bite of really good food.  Especially when you scrape the dish, lick the spoon, and hoover up all the crumbs.  My plates go back to the kitchen cleaner than when they arrived on my table.

I think that I will spend all of my money on delicious food when I get out of college and become a real person.  Who needs furniture?  I have a sleeping bag and a desk lamp and a computer.  And some cooking supplies.  That’s plenty.  Just me and my food.  I will be at last, in the haven of a small dingy apartment, a foodsexual free to indulge her wildest fantasies.

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