Hi Cyber Friends,
I am totally broke these days. Long story short, I got fucked
over by this dude and quit my job. Really didn't expect this to happen right
now, but am I surprised? Am I shocked? No. It's the third time I'm quitting a
job this Cancer season. These Capricorn full moons back to back are gonna kill
me or make me stronger, mama. But I'm not dead yet.
Either way, this is a somewhat necessary context for this story because despite
all that I decided to ORDER TAKE OUT. Freddy's is a comfort food restaurant in
Rotterdam, and it's not always open, and it's not always available on Uber Eats.
But yesterday it was, and since my partner and I are soon moving out of the
Netherlands, I decided: FUCK IT, LET'S DO IT. We could have just order a mac n'
cheese bowl each, but since this was OUR LAST TIME ORDERING TAKE OUT IN OUR
BELOVED APPARTMENT AND ALSO GETTING THIS SPECIFIC, DELISCIOUS ASS MAC N' CHEESE,
I decided to go overboard. And over 40 euros later, we were awaiting our bowls,
our waffle fries, and kimchi chicken tenders. Mmmmmmmm.........
And mmmmmm..... IT WAS. There's just something about this mac n' cheese that I
don't find anywhere else. It's obviously greasy as fuck, super heavy, but to be
honest I've had much heavier and greassier mac n'cheese bowls. It's creamy, it's
nice, the flavour is cheesy but very nicely spiced. I feel a little mustard in
there, but correct me if I'm wrong. It has some green onion on top, and most
importantly crispy chicken bits. They break apart like smoked salmon OR
SOMETHING. And then they get mixed up in the maccaroni, and sauce, and the green
onion, it's sooooo good. The waffle fries were also pretty great, and the
kimchi-honey-covered chicken tenders were lovely, but I over-ordered a little.
We will have it all for lunch today, mniam, mniam, mniam. Although I must say,
it is the sort of meal you want to have after smoking at least two fat joints.
It warms my heart to write about this because this mac n' cheese has gotten me
out of really sad moments in life. As my ultimate comfort food - nasty, wrong,
filling, salty as hell, deliscious, fatty, satisfying - this specific bowl of
mac n' cheese at Freddy's proved too be my go-to in really dark times. I have
lived in the Netherlands on and off since 2018, but most recently I moved back
in 2022. We've been here for two years, supposedly for me to finish my degree. I
did finish some courses, but school proved not to be my main priority yet again.
It was a dark time, a lot of family bullshit happened, I started a new form of
therapy, fell into a really bad depressive episode, broke my hand in rage, had a
few months long recovery time. Things got messy, things got hard. And in the
worst moments I'd tell myself: fuck it, let's order mac n' cheese. And in these
tiny moments, I felt okay. I felt fed. I didn't have to cook or feel bad
someone's cooking for me. Yes, I probably over-spent ordering all these bowls.
But in these moments that was what had to be done. And I don't regret a single
time.
Logging out,
Natalia
P.S.:This is an AI-generated image of my mac n'
cheese dreams:
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