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Since my high school wrestling days where I would get weighed twice a day and going two days without food or water was "slacking off" I have always made an effort to truly appreciate food. Typically I follow any whim my appetite has regradless of cost or eccentricity like a father to a spoiled child. If my stomach says, "Coney" I will make a note to as soon as possible make a mad dash to the closest chili restraunt as though their food contained a cure for cancer and I was the only one who knew.
The other day I was on campus with a large break in between classes when without warning my stomach said, "Food! Lots of Food! On a plate! With Bread! And Milk! Chocolate Milk! In A Glass! Clear Glass! Looks Better Tastes Better! No Cheese! Delicious!"
Quickly I surveyed my options and realized that the campus buffet was the obvious best answer. They were all you could eat, had chocolate milk, and clear plastic glasses to drink the chocolate milk out of. Perfect. As I paid the unusually very agreeable fee I looked at what types of food they were serving that day. Then I saw it: they had all you could eat jumbalya. Considering my day an atypically lucky one I quickly got a plate loaded with the stuff, some rolls, and a chocolate milk. It was not till I had sat down that it hit me: they have the same menu every week. That means, if logic hasn't failed me, they have jumbalya EVERY WEEK. Sitting there, my face stuffed with spicy rice and meat stuffs I began to cry in gratitude to this wonderful place, this grand vender, this doting, speciality filled sanctuary. I thanked my college for being so kind to me in the same proselytizing manner you would adress a god with an entourage of choir angels singing your favorite songs.
Some choose a university based on tution, others for academic prestige, I go for the menu.
The other day I was on campus with a large break in between classes when without warning my stomach said, "Food! Lots of Food! On a plate! With Bread! And Milk! Chocolate Milk! In A Glass! Clear Glass! Looks Better Tastes Better! No Cheese! Delicious!"
Quickly I surveyed my options and realized that the campus buffet was the obvious best answer. They were all you could eat, had chocolate milk, and clear plastic glasses to drink the chocolate milk out of. Perfect. As I paid the unusually very agreeable fee I looked at what types of food they were serving that day. Then I saw it: they had all you could eat jumbalya. Considering my day an atypically lucky one I quickly got a plate loaded with the stuff, some rolls, and a chocolate milk. It was not till I had sat down that it hit me: they have the same menu every week. That means, if logic hasn't failed me, they have jumbalya EVERY WEEK. Sitting there, my face stuffed with spicy rice and meat stuffs I began to cry in gratitude to this wonderful place, this grand vender, this doting, speciality filled sanctuary. I thanked my college for being so kind to me in the same proselytizing manner you would adress a god with an entourage of choir angels singing your favorite songs.
Some choose a university based on tution, others for academic prestige, I go for the menu.