Worst meal I ever had.

Hey Guys,

If there’s a thing you need to know about me, I love food.

I really love food, there’s no denying for it. I’m a Cantonese, maybe it’s because of my heritage or it’s in my blood, but I’m very particular of my food. 

As Doctor Leslie Tay from iEAt.iShoot.iPost would say,” Never waste your calories on yucky food!”

Everyone and anyone has a fixed amount of calories daily, or you could ignore it and get fat (#Truth). So, don’t ever waste your so ever little calories on yucky food!

I am always judging the food before me, as though I’m some sort of award winning food critics. (Fun fact: I can taste and identify all the ingredients used.) Since I’m poor, I’ll eat just about anything and everything, just not enjoying it that much.

I still have this vivid memory till this day. I was having dinner at my auntie’s house and I was eating alone because I couldn’t wait for others. (I was an obese kid.) Then my auntie came over and shared this (I consider it wisdom),” When eating alone, even the best delicacies tastes bad.” I thought she was spouting nonsense since the obese kid me thinks that food is food, the only thing that affects the taste is the person cooking it.

However, over the years, I finally understood what she said that day. Since my family members have to work at irregular hours, we seldom have meals together nowadays. In all honesty, sometimes I would skipped meals just because I can’t bear the fact of eating alone, those meals becomes tasteless.

I thought that having meals alone was bad enough, but a while ago, I just had the worst meal ever.

As you get older, you will realize that the cooking is not the only thing affecting the taste of food, the people you eat with matters too.

That very meal that I had, I could not even finish the food, I felt like I was chocking with each bite. That plate of rice felt like ice cold sands, the fish turned tasteless and the vegetables, disgusting.

In all honesty, the food itself were not to blame, it was who I was eating with.

Growing up, getting left out always impacted me negatively the most. I hate that feeling, I hate it so much. Getting left out during that very meal time, I lost all appetite. Every time I lift that spoon and into my mouth, it felt as though it was impossible to swallow.

That pain felt unbearable, it felt like something inside me was broken. I felt tormented by all those negative feelings, I became very quiet. Even so, I had to fake that smile to pretend it was okie. I have to pretend everything was okie after that meal. It felt horrible.

Sometimes, it’s not the food that tastes bad, it’s when and who we eat with that makes that food tastes bad.

And that was the worst meal I ever had.

So till next time, stay awesome and rock on.