I know a lot of these journal entries are about food but I need to mention this most recent food experience. It{s a bit of an obsession for me. If I had my way I  would surely weigh 300lb and although the carbs are making a huge contribution to my beer gut it hasn{t happened yet!

 If there is a parallel gastronomical adventure to the guinea pig than this is it...

As some of you may know I eat my lunch every day with the homework kids in the cafeteria. The rules are that you have to eat what you{re given and eat it all, especially if you are a volunteer because you have to set an example. Oliver Twist has nothing on these kids and their metal bowls.

This story began when Juan and I went to get the collacion (snack) from the kitchen. First sighting: a giant beetle running around on the floor. Second sighting: one of the dinner ladies wearing black rubber bondage style gloves and picking jelly and gristle off a big bowl of animal bones. We decided to avoid the soup.

So after all my complaints of beans rice beans rice beans rice imagine my sheer delight in discovering that lunch was tuna and pasta! Sweet, simple tuna and pasta goodness. Steve I thought of you, because you are a pasta fiend and it suits my story to pretend you like tuna too, when of course, you don{t. Anyway, I piled my plate high.

I can honestly say it was the worst meal I have ever had. It was like a plate of cold sick. It was of exactly the same consistency of those Jackass milk drinking competitions. It was like the sick that you find on the pavement on Sunday morning that even the pigeons won{t eat. It{s currently sitting in my stomach like a sack of wet cement. Seriously, prison food is better than this!

It was with a monumental effort that I ate every little bit! It was really funny because all the kids and their teachers had matching grimaces on their faces and noone enjoyed it. Eventually we had to let one little girl off because she just couldn{t do it, another volunteer came to sit with me and we just couldnñt stop laughng because it was so terrible! This is what it{s like to be a convict. They should feed kids this s*** to keep them in school! Except this is school...

Had to have lots of chocolate to get rid of the mingingness and it{s just about gone! Luckily I{m going out for dinner tonight for some lovely tapas and will hopefully purge myself of the grusome stuff thats curdling as I speak!

CENIT pasta: just say no!