blog 6

Blog 6
By: Cynthia Curran

I had arrived at my best friend Sarah’s house. I smell something awful and am about to puke. I suppose that is just the garbage, that hasn’t been taken out yet.
“Hi, hi”, my best friend opens the door with an excited smile on her face.
“Hi, Sarah, what is that horrible smell?”
“What smell? I don’t smell anything”
“You can’t smell that incredible smell?”
“Nope” she replies.
“Anyway, what is for dinner?” I asked, still trying very hard to not puke.
“Oh, you are in for a treat. We are having my mom’s world famous tuna and Jello lasagna.”
“Sounds… delightful” I say hesitantly. Who would put jello and tuna into lasagna? I am very confused. How could I ever tell them how I really feel about their cooking?
I said hello when I got to the dining table. Everyone was already sitting down and waiting patiently for my arrival. I saw the plate where the nasty smell was coming from. The plate was all different colors (and I am talking about the food on the plate). I can see all of the jello wiggling around in the lasagna. I saw the tuna, and it looked fishy. The whole dish looked like they just took it out of a restaurants dumpster.
We were passing the plate around, the plate finally got to me. I looked at the nasty bowl of misery with a straight face. I was waiting for the family to say gotcha and tell me that I don’t have to eat it, the word was never said. I took a spoon full of the tuna and jello lasagna. I could’ve sworn that something had moved. I took some soda and poured it into my glass, and had it ready, just in case I need it. I finally got the courage to eat the food.
“So, how is it?” Sarah’s mom asks.
“It is… very… original.” I said stumbling to find the words. The whole dish tastes like rocks and mold. I feel as if I am eating things from the street. The mix of jello and tuna mixed with tomato sauce and pasta are probably the worst combo I have ever had. My stomach growled at me, probably wondering why I am putting all of this junk into it.
“Umm… I am not feeling so well” I said in a low voice. I was playing with my food seeing the mushy jello and tuna mix together.
“Are you okay sweetheart? Should we call your parents to bring you home?”
“Yes please, my stomach is just not feeling well enough to eat this interesting food”
“Okay, I’ll call your mother to come pick you up.” I was so relived to finally get out of that food hell. From here on out, I will eat before I come to Sarah’s house.