Big mac for christmas dinner. My wife was at the hospital at the time, heavily pregnant with our first child. There were some complications wit the pregnancy too. Didn’t wanna leave her there alone so I sat there with her. She had to eat hospital food and I snuck out to McDonalds, with her permission I must add. Sat in my car at the car park, listening to radio and eating the saddest burger ever.

I had to do an elimination diet before testing for food allergies. For two weeks I had a cup of rice for all three meals a day. Now I really like rice but on one of these days I had to attend a working catered lunch with some coworkers. It was incredibly embarrassing eating my small cup of rice in this meeting while all my coworkers had an amazing catered lunch. I got a whole lot of “you’re really committed to your diet” comments.

it depends on whose perspective.

i had rice and mayo for dinner once. just a bowl of rice with a huge dollop of Japanese Kewpie mayo on top.

my gf thought it was the saddest thing ever, i thought it was delicious.

I don’t remember what I ate but it was an expensive fine restaurant. I walked straight to Burger King from there because I was so freaking hungry. The portion sizes there were ridiculous.

c/sadfood

Anything I’ve eaten in the past 5 months. I’m on a strict health related diet and it sucks.

This is kind of better than it sounds, but still quite depressing:

Layer two tortillas on a plate (the flatbread ones), pour tomato purée on them and spread it with a spoon. Season with salt, pepper and Italian spices to taste. Put into the microwave for a minute or so.

…and boom, the saddest pizza you’ll ever eat.

But still a pizza. Which is better than no pizza.

(Before you ask, no, I don’t own a freezer.)

The cookies at my mentor’s memorial.

I cracked open a years old box of great value mac and cheese from the back of the pantry, threw some irregularly chopped hot dogs in and just ate the whole thing alone and in one go. I felt foul afterwards.

Fish and potato dinners in the Norwegian Kingsguard army camp. I despised all fish meals for the next 7 years, I couldn’t stomach the smell of them. Poor fish didn’t deserve getting killed for such a fate.

I grew up very poor in Greece, and my mom used to give us a slice of bread that had poured white sugar on it, and… olive oil. It was many years later that I realized that these were deconstructed donuts.

One week old McDonald burgers

A bowl of microwaved frozen peas. More than once.

In terms of food quality or emotional setting?

I found myself alone in a motel in a southern state in Christmas day.

The only food I could find was a can of chef boyardee at a shady convenience store. It had a pop top so I could open it.

I had to tear apart the plastic cup in the motel room to use as a spoon.