Dork Reports

It’s hard enough buying food and cooking for one at home – at least that was my excuse in LA. But when traveling it becomes more difficult to buy and prepare food when there’s no set plans, and no idea where the next night will be spent and if there will be a fridge, etc. So, for nearly two weeks I’ve eaten out for pretty much every meal give or take a few instances where I ate whatever was presented to me on the plane or bus, even if they were touching meat (vegetarianism is apparently not understood here).

At my current hostel, the supermarket is much closer than any restaurants in town so I hoofed it up a road to buy a second thing of toothpaste (the first disappeared in Buenos Aires) and ended up with 500 grams of raviloi and sauce. 500 grams of anything is enough to feed a family of four – I ate it in three meals. But not before someone commented, “Buen provecho!” aka big appetite!

This was the first serving, I opted for cooking everything at once and eating leftovers so as not to have to use a bunch of containers I don’t have, or risk some of my ingredients disappearing.

Then, for lunch I partitioned some ravioli to a smaller plate out of fear that I’d be called a fatty again.

For dinner, after a jaunt in town determined there was nothing worth trying, I went to the grocery store again and bought some garlic, tomatoes, and a severely discolored zucchini aka a non-genetically modified one, and a cheap bottle of Malbec wine ($3, and I shared!) to help supplement what I felt was not a nutritonal enough meal.

And there you have it, a tiring meal three meals in a row. It’s enough to send me to a local restaurant even if it’s going to cost me more. I’ll be damned if I end up eating the same things every day or throwing away food like I’m single!