The Memory Hole

vegetarian dinner.

I’ve written a lot about freshman year, I guess that’s when things were at their newest and the most happening-est.  I’ve also already written about eating, and the dorm cafeteria, and girls, and well, my point is, this post is going to be a combination of all these things.

It was definitely freshman year, probably Spring semester, so that’d put this in the Spring of 2005.  It involves myself, John, and our mutual female acquaintance Iris.  I had met her originally through my scholarship thing, since all of us who got the scholarship were forced to do a summer orientation together (note to self: that’d be a good one to post about later, too).

I’m not sure how John got into this social group, but the dude has an uncanny ability to ingratiate himself with any group that includes women so I guess it makes sense.

Anyway, it’s not like I was super close friends with Iris.  Or maybe I was, I don’t really remember that clearly—I think we would often IM each other.  Oftentimes we’d go eat at the dormitory cafeteria together, too, but it wasn’t like a daily ritual—maybe once a week or so, if I’d have to guess.

For John, I’d imagine it was pretty much the same, he would often be part of the group that would eat at the cafeteria.  Now, I can’t recall whether Iris was a complete vegetarian or just espoused a more veggie-filled lifestyle, but if I’d have to guess, I’d say she was a full-blown vegetarian.  Which probably didn’t leave her a lot of options at that cafeteria.

That shitty Sodexho (or Sodexo now, I agree, that “h” was totally superfluous) cafeteria.  All my other friends and I weren’t even vegetarians and we still loved to bag on how bad the food was.  I mean, all of it was bad for you in the health sense.  Greasy, mass-produced with low-quality ingredients, all-you-can eat to encourage binging, et cetera.  But a lot of the time, the dishes were just, well, uninspired as well.  I mean, sure, they always had burgers and plain cheese pizza as safe bets, but anything with any variety tended to be on the side of suck.

So one day, while we were probably talking about how crappy the food was at the cafeteria, Iris starts to tell us about these microwaveable vegetarian meals she eats.  ”They’re great!” she said energetically.  John and I were something more skeptical.  First of all, vegetarian meals of any kind were not conjuring up images of deliciousness to us two carnivores.  Go meat or go home.

But even if we could stomach going vegetarian for one meal, something that came pre-packed in a microwaveable container that was ready to be eaten after a few minutes of zapping didn’t sound too good either.  Heck, I wasn’t health-minded, but it didn’t even sound healthy. I know all those pre-made meals are typically loaded with sodium and preservatives and other shit that is almost certainly going to give us cancer in a few years.  Why would I subject myself to vegetables if they weren’t even good for you?

A tepid, microwaved meal that also happened to be vegetarian.  I wasn’t seeing a lot of upsides to that, I’ve gotta say.

She promised it would be great, and that someday she would have us try one.  We acquiesced, figuring that “someday” was a nebulous enough term that we might not ever actually have to eat one of these vegetarian microwaved meals.

And thus time wore on.  At some point, I had discovered that you could access a schedule for what the cafeteria would be cooking every night.  I made sure to go when I knew they’d be having a dish I really liked.  Like I said, there weren’t many that I liked, but there were two “specials” that were my favorites.

The first one was chicken nuggets.  Now, I know that sounds pretty lame, but what can I say, I’m a fat guy and I love chicken nuggets.  I remember they’d serve them in those little red baskets from the “grill” area of the cafeteria (the one that usually had cheeseburgers, grilled cheese and french fries).  May god strike me down if I am lying when I say that I consumed roughly 5,000 chicken nuggets on any night when they were serving them.  Okay, god’s probably gonna strike me down in the form of grotesque obesity even if that statement is true, but anyway.

The other dish I liked was a little more inspired.  It was buffalo chicken pizza.  This is something that actually seemed pretty unique, especially when most of their pizzas there sucked.  It was a pizza with big, hearty chunks of chicken all over it, drenched in buffalo chicken sauce.  Okay, so maybe it wasn’t that inspired, but it was tasty and another thing I’d load up on if they were serving it.

So, as it just so happens, one particular week, I happened to peek at the schedule, and I could not believe my eyes when I saw what was slated for Friday night dinner.  I almost wept tears of pure joy as I saw the combination: “Chicken Nuggets/Buffalo Chicken Pizza.”

…No words… They—they should have sent a poet…

It was beautiful.  Most college freshmen probably looked forward to going out and getting wasted, laid, or some combination thereof on a Friday night.  I looked forward to chicken nuggets and pizza.  Does it surprise anyone that I am overweight?

I looked forward to Friday all week.  Finally, Friday afternoon.  Just a few more hours.  As I sat in my dorm room it was almost as if I could smell the salivation-inducing odors emanating from the kitchens in the cafeteria.  That’s when the worst thing happened.

A message popped up on my computer screen.  It read something like this:

Iris: Hey!  I bought you guys those vegetarian dinners I talked about!  Let’s have them tonight, okay?

Fuck.  This could not be happening.  I immediately consulted with John about what to do.  While I doubt he was anywhere nearly as passionate about the shitty, greasy cafeteria food as I was, he wasn’t too excited at the prospect of having to forego eating real food in order to try these meals that Iris had purchased for us.

There was some reason that this suffering couldn’t be delayed.  I think maybe the meals were only good for a certain amount of time, or she was going home for the weekend, or something like that.  Either way, dinner had to be that night, and she wasn’t letting us escape easily.

Time ticked on and the day rolled into night, and she had cajoled us into at least saying we were coming to eat.  Neither of us had the heart to tell her straight up that we truly did not want to eat the food, but the situation was getting increasingly dire.  I remember riding the elevator in our building up to the tenth floor, where she lived.

That was a little weird in itself, since in our building the floors were divided by gender, and thus she lived on an all-girl’s floor.  It felt a little bit like I was in a place I shouldn’t be, like I was just waiting for the RA to pop out from behind a corner and scream, “MEN?!  ON MY FLOOR?!!!” and then throw us down the garbage chute or something.

Well, actually, our dorm buildings didn’t have corners, but she sure as hell would have popped out from somewhere.

John and I ended up in Iris’ room, where the meals were already spinning in the microwave.  We pleaded with her, “Iris, you don’t understand, these are the best dishes the cafeteria serves, if we don’t go to dinner tonight we miss out.”  She was a nice girl, but she was also showing a rather unrelenting side.

She seemed confused, like it truly baffled her that we didn’t want to eat these delicious vegetarian microwaved meals.  ”I picked out each meal for you guys individually,” she said.  She showed us the boxes, and I don’t know exactly how John felt, but I knew she wasn’t winning me over.  Mine was like some mushroom thing, that’s all I remember.  Mushrooms.  I didn’t really like mushrooms at all back then, and even now, I wouldn’t really make a meal of them.

I remember she started to get just a tiny bit annoyed at our reluctance to eat them.  Truth be told, I don’t know why we didn’t think to eat them and then still go to dinner afterwards.  I guess there would have been less room for the delicious nuggets and pizza if our stomachs were all crammed up with stupid vegetarian food.

Honestly, even if it wasn’t chicken nugget and buffalo chicken pizza night, the meals didn’t look appealing at all.  I’ve since gotten over most of my food squeamishness, but at that time I was still way more on the picky end of things, and I wasn’t even sure if I could eat it.

Eventually, I guess my hunger pains got the best of me.  I think it was when she started to show a bit of anger at us for not wanting to eat it.  I responded in kind.  I yelled, quite loudly, “IRIS!  IT’S FUCKING CHICKEN NUGGETS AND BUFFALO CHICKEN PIZZA NIGHT!  IT’S THE BEST FOOD, AND I’M NOT GOING TO MISS IT FOR THIS VEGETARIAN BULLSHIT!” Or something along those lines.

I was joking—well, maybe not completely—but I still did raise my voice and I actually remember thinking, “oh no, I’m on the girl’s floor, they’re gonna think there’s some assault going on here or something.”  I think she got the point though.

And so John and I left.  We didn’t eat the food.  I’m not sure if she made us take them with us, so that we could eat them later, or if we just left her with all those crappy vegetarian meals to deal with herself.  I felt bad, especially about the yelling, even if it was in jest.  But you can only humor a person so far.  There’s a difference between someone being nice and someone hoisting their niceness onto you where it becomes contrary to what you actually want to do.

We went to the cafeteria.  The food was glorious.  I regret nothing.