When I was a kid, when I was around maybe 9 or 10, my family was in Manila and we went to this (Filipino cuisine) buffet at this restaurant somewhere in Q.C. For the life of me I can’t remember where this restaurant was, but I think it was somewhere around Katipunan.
So there we were at the buffet, and I’m eating everything in sight and shovelling down everything I can. After the main course was done, I was sitting there, bursting with food, proud of myself, completely satisfied, when—to my absolute horror—I realised that I had totally and completely forgotten about dessert. And the crazy thing about the dessert buffet is that it was an ICE CREAM BUFFET. If you have known me for all but five seconds you would know that I am obsessed with ice cream. So the words “ice cream” and “buffet” in the same sentence basically translates to “heaven” for me.
Hold on a second. I got distracted by my love for ice cream. There are actual tears in my eyes.
Ok let’s move on.
So, I’m sitting there, silently panicking, because hellooo I wanted to eat the freaking ice cream (ALL OF THEM) but I couldn’t anymore because I just ate enough to last me the rest of the week. What to do. So I did what any deranged person would do. Excusing myself from the table, I got up and went to the bathroom. And, for the first and only time in my life, I made myself vomit.
I know, right.
After I felt I had made enough room for ice cream, I went back out and ate the motherfreaking ice cream. It was worth it. On a related note, sometimes I wish humans had the option to conjure up a second stomach for occasions like this. How fun would that be?!
Of course now I realise that what I had done was not only stupid but unhealthy as well and please don’t ever induce vomit JUST SO YOU CAN EAT MORE. I’m pretty sure my parents (or my entire family, for that matter) have no idea about this so, greetings mother and father. That’s what I did.
How about you? Do you have any interesting memories revolving around food? Tell us because WE WANT TO KNOW.