I just wolfed down a package of four Oreos in about 1.18 minutes. I went to my bedroom to eat them. My roommate isn’t around, so I’m hiding in the privacy of my darkened bottom bunk. I’m not really sure why I feel the need to eat them when no one is watching. Am I a chocoholic?
I’m pretty sure that’s not the case, but I must confess that junk food is way more appealing to me here than it is at home. I think it’s a matter of comfort. Oreos aren’t easy to come by in Huaycan, so they’re a reminder of home and a special treat. Although how special is it really if I eat them on a more regular basis here than I do at home?
Yesterday I found a goldmine on the top shelf in the kitchen. Cereal. Sugary cereal. Cereal I don’t even eat at home. They were “rice and chocolate balls” that didn’t even taste especially good. But it felt so good to be eating them. Two bowls later my stomach hurt a bit; I think it was due to one of the nutritional values that was highlighted on the packaging: “Generates more energy.” Ha! Now that’s a clever way of stating that you’re eating a bowl full of sugar puffs.
To each his/her own, I guess; I’m not big on sugar—I long for ceviche, marinated & chopped seafood of Mexico’s Pacific coast. The best ever—ceviche made from shredded marlin, in Puerto Vallarta—I had it daily while beaching, washed down with Pacifico cerveza.
Sweets? Mexican bakery items will do it for me–at the panaderia; great cakes for special occasions; and flan for dessert.