Yep. That's right.
I talk about food.
I think about food.
I eat food (sometimes inhale).
Occasionally I will even admit, I dream about food.
Why not blog about food?
Am I sounding chubby yet?
Maybe.
I am just dying to get to Provo for many reasons.
One of them being that no longer will I be eating mass produced food.
No longer will I be picking at chicken soaked in grease
OR lettuce with shriveled edges that appears to be turning brown.
EFY supplied me with a lot of great things this summer.
Food was not one of them.
Food, comida, nourriture, nahrung, cibo, 食べ物...
(however you want to say it)
I am officially in complete control of you & what enters my body.
Sayonara campus cafeteria food.
It's been real.
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