So this is the life. This is what I flew 5000plus miles to enjoy, multicolored food. Leafy, hard, red food.
After a hard day's work (or at least half a day) I very much look forward to meal times. Thus you can imagine my frustration when after standing in line for a turn that never seems to arrive in Prospect's dining hall, I realize that my phobia of unknown food takes over and I am forced to move along without lifting anything unto my plate. I see steamed spinach that reminds me of seaweed, some cheese something whose edges look like those of postal stamps, some Italian sauce which I once mistook for corned beef stew (and i will never make that mistake again), and some pasta''ish'' something.
I think long and hard about home and the food I could have been enjoying instead of the 'bunny' ensemble which I had tossed together as a matter of habit on my plate. Why can't they just cook 'nice' food? Everything I taste is bland and insipid, a world away from the spunk of African food whose aroma tickles your sense of smell and whose taste is something that makes you delirious for the period of concentration.
African food, whose sting will make your eyes water and your nose runny. African food, with its rich color, fresh, full of life, ORGANIC......
Next time you see me munching on the 'bunny ensemble', please do not twist the knife in my heart by telling me how healthy I eat and do not try to be funny by suggesting that I'm trying to lose weight. This is a serious matter. And until I have my banku and okro soup or my fufu and nkraks somewhere in the nooks and crannies of New York, let me reserve the right to 'bunnify' myself thank you very much!
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