Having lived in student accommodation little over a week now I am starting to notice certain things about student diets
It's really not healthy...at all. If there wasn't a decent (cheap!) swimming pool down the road I would start to fear for what waistline I actually possess.
There seem to be maybe 4 attempts at gaining sustenance.
Sams version: anything in a can will do (it helps if the can opener works, which mine does not fail!)
Kishans version: Get Mum to cook it and freeze it thank god for microwaves! (which thankfully does work)
Drunken any of us: will often be found in the local takeaways ranging from Pizza hut to Sams chicken the local KFC knock off
My version appears to be: attempt to cook and and when all else fails there's always cereal.
My mini roast chicken (chicken breasts with stuffing wrapped in bacon) didn't cook properly then tasted weird. My 'Omelet' (a word i use in the loosest sense) looked more like lumpy scrambled eggs. Thank god for sugar puffs!
Living in east London means I have easy access to all sorts of ingredients but does mean I have to quickly learn to discern bananas from plantine, something that is definitely a talent of mine, after attempting to eat plantine with custard and wondering why it tasted funny.
Another tip would be do not leave plantine on top of the fridge out of eye line to ripen; when Sam found them a week and a half later...ew
Nom nom nom!
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