The original intention was to eat some rice to complete my meal of tomato/tofu/mushroom soup and beets. All that was cooked without salt or oil, so my dinner would have been seemingly healthy. However, my dad opened the bag of lime Flaming Hot Cheetos I bought on a whim and I wasn’t about to not eat any myself. So, I poured some Cheetos into the same bowl figuring I might as well eat them with my chopsticks to avoid staining my fingertips and white keyboard “flaming” red. I ate some rice, had a couple of Cheetos, then tested eating them together. The flavor was not offensive, so I kept doing it. In a way the combo of warm rice and salty crunchiness reminded me of eating rice with seaweed. While it was good for the moment, I realize the atrocity of doing such a thing and will likely never do it again. Besides, having white rice AND flaming hots at the same time is not a likely occurrence. Plus, I’d like to think I am capable of exercising some self-control.

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!