Quarter Life

If there’s one consistency in my crisis, it’s McDonald’s Crispy Chicken Fillet.  That salty, breadcrumb-y crust of thinly sliced breast fillet with overflowing gravy and tantamount of rice could temporarily fill the Void with salty goodness.

I haven’t had it for the last three months.  So today I called up 8-mcdo to get my fix because I was too non-functioning to get up and get a life.

30 minutes later, I rose up from my bed to get the door.  Food arrived.

After paying, I hastily pried open to reveal the breadcrumb-y chicken deep fried in saturated fat.  Watching TV, I shoved the first spoonful of rice drenched in gravy and chicken and stopped.

There was a moment of disappointment as I realized there wasn’t any salt in all three orders of crispy chicken fillet that I ordered.

I was not happy.

When did McDonalds stop being consistent? It bothered me, but I already resigned to the fate of eating under-salted food items.

More to the point, when did I resign from living?  the whole day I was stuck in bed after the college I teach at informed me that there were no classes because of electrical problems.  I stood up either because I had some faulty product my boss informed me of, or when I had to go to the bathroom.

Otherwise, I was under the mattress, wistfully thinking that this slump would be over soon.  Sleeping it off might expedite the process.  I woke up when my friend told me she’s coming over because of her own emotional slump.  My head was throbbing because of oversleeping.

We figured getting some Starbucks coffee could get us a temporary fix for our individual Voids.  I got myself a Molten lava cake and a toffee nut frap, mainly because I’m coveting the 2010 Starbucks planner.  Its gray felt cover won me over as compared to its predecessor, that horrible red plastic leathery disaster.  Big improvement.

Photo courtesy of pinoycravings.com

The molten chocolate cake was relatively good, I admit.  the warm cake with whipped cream glazing over it was a treat but I thought the caramel drizzle was a bit of overkill.  I got the first bite and, there was chocolate filling inside it.  Two big chunks of cake and I was done.  I thought they should serve it a little bit smaller.

The toffee nut frap was an overkill of sweetness I opted not to finish.  Too overwhelmingly sweet and too caramel-ly for me.

Obviously I’m not a fan of caramel.  I should have ordered my usual green tea frap or soy latte.  Tea would’ve be a better match for the Molten lava cake but I seriously avoid Starbucks’ tea offerings because the zen tea tastes like toothpaste.