The last meal I ate was thai food, I had chicken pad thai, wonton soup, and thai iced tea. This was a couple days ago, but it was the last meal meal that I registed, instead of something pretty quick. It was from a place in belleville, but my parents brought the items to me, so I ate them in my apartment. It was served mild, but it was in to go containers since I didn’t eat in the resturant. There were the noodles, mixed vegtables, and chicken with peanuts and lime on the side for extra flavor if you chose. There were pork wontons, and I’m not sure the ingrediants of thai iced tea, but it was amazing, and they complimented the food nicely. I ate it with a fork, and drank the tea with a straw.
I was in my apartment, I sat on the couch in front of the TV watching Hell’s kitchebn by gordon ramsey, the surrounding were comfotable. I love being in my apartment, and I obviosuly feel the most at home there because that is my home, that is my area, and my comfort spot. The background noise was the TV show, I loved watching competition videos, so anything with gordon ramsey is so entertaining because there are lots of different things going on, whether it’s a cooking competition, taste tests, or punishments and rewards to punish or reward the winning and losing teams. I ate alone, my parents had went back to their house after having a pretty busy day, but still made time for me to bring this food, and promised to get a coffee with me later on to make up for the one we were missing today.
I ate slow, I had napkins and I really just sat and tasted what I had, I had been wanting this exact meal for some time now but there are no good thai places in my area, and the one I wanted was all the way in Ypsilanti so they compromised and got me some from a place in belleville because it was on their way to my place, my parents are really thoughtful and I love them so much, they always do things like this that lets me know that they love and care about me. I never thought how these details appplied to my social class, so that is very thought provoking. I never really realized how many people don’t have what I have, the parents that would drive 30 minutes to drop of food, my own apartment and utensils that I was able to eat with, and things like that.
It reflects on my social class because they didn’t worry about gas, food, or money, they were able to just bring these things to me without a thought of how it may set them back, and even if they were tired they continued to bring it. I love and appreciate them because this is something that not everybody has, and our relationship with each other is unique as well. It is crazy to think about this is something that not everybody gets, the relationship with their parents and then also to do something so meaningless as just driving to drop off food, I never thought about how a lower class may see this and what they may think about the fact that my parents did this, my friend even said “They drove all the way from ypsi to get you this food?” And I just said yes because this is nothing new to me, my parents do this time and time again, and once came to just bring me a bagel and coffee from a shop down the street from their house, the amount of love and care and everything in between to provide this for me is groudnbreaking. I didn’t even think about how much it might’ve costed, and somebody different may see it as something extra.
