Kinda depends on what you call a “meal.” I usually don’t remember my meals. The last thing I ate was this morning at 9am. A turkey and salami sandwich with mayo & 2 apples. I made it an hour after I woke up. No one else was moving around the house. My parents had left for work at 4am and my brother had the day off. My mom bought bread rolls yesterday so I used that. I had to cut the bread in two and found some turkey I think may have been expired. I knew I needed to eat even though I didn’t really want to. I learned my lesson from my first semester of college when not eating (because it was “easier”) would cause me to nearly pass out at home.
I was sitting in my room, on my bed, and nibbling away. I didn’t end up eating all of it. I ate it all by hand on a paper plate. There was only the sound of my box fan and some YouTube Video in my earbuds. I ate sort of slowly. I didn’t savor the food though. It wasn’t as good as I thought it would be. The apples smelt nice, but the skin of the apple made it less enjoyable; they were also kinda bruised. I had a paper towel as a napkin but didn’t use it. I needed to leave by 11:30 to make it to class on time, I also just enjoy being early. By doing this to myself and skipping meals because I want to save time and money, I short myself.
This reflects my social class because I’m fine with a little. I’m fine with not enough. Even though I know it isn’t good for me. I say “fine,” but I think I’m just coping. I don’t want to live this way per see but I know it is all I can do right now. I’m kinda hungry now typing this out. I know I won’t eat until much later. I am in the middle class; my parents often don’t have time to cook so I do. I often make stuff that is frozen, and canned, not really fresh, cheap but as good as it gets, we get by, and dinner is always fun since we usually don’t see each other until then. The people I’m with are better than the food. Just the process of describing a meal reflects my class.
