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Well it's true. They do.

My food situation here leaves something to be desired. In a country known for its steak, wine and pasta, I still precious little of all three. I see pasta sometimes, but it is uniformly plain and re-heated via steam after its already been boiled. It's soggy, as I'm sure you can imagine.

Recently, I was served a dessert that encapsulated so well my dining experience here that when I saw it, I said to myself, I must take a picture of that.

I now present to you an exploration in two parts of what I eat routinely.


This is a dessert. Actually, it is a combination of two desserts that I am sometimes served on separate occasions. It appeared from my initial scan that the cake had been placed inside the bowl and then the jello was poured on top before both were placed in the fridge. This photo shows you the anti-gravitational property the desert had acquired as a result, as well as house-mate Naír's realization that I might think something was wrong with the food.

Sadly, I was unable to photograph the result of mixing the cake's porous yet enduring structure with a reinforcing bouncy semi-solid. Needless to say that I've notified the embassy here and I don't think we'll be hearing about any American soldiers being without armor plates in the future.

In other news I would like to share a happening with you. I play a really lowtech game to amuse myself in my downtime called Urban Dead. You play a zombie or human in a zombified city. The game itself is quite simple, an RPGish slow-placed browser game with about three different types of buttons to press. Attached to this simple game program itself is a highly sophisticated society of contributing users with an extensive wiki that chronicles their heroes, history, technological/gaming advances, etc. It can be quite overwhelming for a beginner.

This background is actually irrelevant, I just wanted to prep you a little for this excerpt from todays play:

  • Half and Half shot you with a shotgun for 10 damage. (3 days ago) ...and again.
  • Half and Half shot you with a pistol for 5 damage. (3 days ago) ...and again. ...and again. ...and again.
  • Half and Half extracted a DNA sample from you. (3 days ago)
  • Half and Half shot you with a pistol for 5 damage. (3 days ago)
  • Half and Half said "Sorry about killing you. But I do not have the headshot skill. Still 10 APs to stand is a bitch. Get with a zombie horde/gang, Ck the Wiki. Button below the city map. Also don't sleep inside. Might get killed..." (3 days ago)
  • Half and Half shot you with a pistol for 5 damage. (3 days ago)
  • You were killed by Half and Half. (3 days ago)
  • Half and Half dumped your body out onto the street.
Sometimes, unlife is like that.

Comments

SheilaE said…
who is housemate nair?
eat out on weekends. Eat good stuff. you are too skinny!
Anonymous said…
I didn't finish reading about the video game because I was too anxious to tell you that jello cake is delicious you fool!
Bigfoot said…
Cora. Silence. I do not share your white trash palette. I dine only on the finest meats, cheeses and tiramisu.
leave Cora alone. At least she won't starve in foreign countries. Besides maybe you'd get better food if you ate out sometimes...

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