You guys missed a great day. Or rather, I screwed up by not bringing my camera. Basically, I got this thing called Mexican pizza. Maybe I’ll buy it again sometime and make another post just for it with pictures.
In the meantime, I shall try to describe it to the best of my meager abilities.
Basically, Mexican pizza is the cafeteria’s name for a little octagon of flat, dry dough with equally dry tomato sauce on top, covered with dried out orange cheese. When I say orange, I mean orange. Imagine ten shades darker than a school bus.
Or better yet, here’s a picture that comes closest to it.
That orange right in the middle? That’s the color of the cheese. The whole thing is topped with dry little sausage balls that look like they were rolled in lint batter or something. Have I mentioned that the cafeteria isn’t very vegan or vegetarian friendly? Even the salads have meat. Not a problem for me, but…
Anyways, I had that with canned peaches, Spanish rice, and beans. I probably should have known better, since in middle school, some kid vomited after eating it, but I pretty much have a stomach of iron.
By seventh period, I felt a little nauseous, though. Yeah, no.