This was my first meal in my first apartment living alone in Chicago. I had an income, but I chose sardines for dinner instead. It was delicious. $1.59 delicious.
A coworker challenged me: ‘If you could write a Facebook status of mine and get more than 80 likes, I’ll get you anything you want.’ I won, and I requested a dozen Filipino Ube donuts from a very far place in Illinois. Message me to see the post that got her 80+ likes. :)
The only constant in life is Costco’s never-chaning $4.99 rotisserie chicken. What’s even more constant? My dad contributing this to Thanksgiving dinner every. year. But I can’t complain.
My copywriter partner and I just got promoted to mid-level, so we celebrated, a little too hard. We ordered a feast with our new paycheck. Pictured is my 22 oz. prime rib topped with lobster accompanied by many, many vodka sodas. We ordered three different kinds of potatoes, mac and cheese, brussel sprouts, a donut tower, and red velvet bread pudding. The best part was when we got sick after we paid for the bill.
I was handed this Hot Cheetos, Fritos, and pretzels mix in a CVS bag by a coworker. Turns out the bag made it taste better. Chicago 2017.
My favorite meal made by a friend in a 100 sq ft. apt in Paris. It was boiled langostines, roasted potatoes, and a little bit of mayonnaise. The french are so simple. Paris, 2012.
My CW partner and I both had dates and both got stood up. We ordered a large Artichoke pizza and had it delivered to our room at the Holiday Inn. New York City, 2017.
Paris doesn’t celebrate Thanksgiving. So imagine me trying to find a turkey on Wednesday night in Paris. Here’s a rotisserie chicken that I tried to pass as a turkey in my small studio apt in Paris. It was a really good meal.