I have absolutely no idea how I went from disliking it (to a point where I wanted to gag) to loving it…just know that I ate it a few days ago, and then ate it today since I still had leftovers.

There’s still another batch of it for tomorrow.

I took pictures of it, although I don’t think I could entirely capture its true deliciousness:

A few of my buddies and I went there for the very first time last Saturday and we enjoyed every single minute of it, from the moment it touches the tip of our tongues to the second it gets metabolize by our stomach acids (Dwight Shrute ftw!).  It is so delightfully fulfilling that it really feels like you’ve already eaten breakfast, lunch and dinner for the following day.

Here are the pictures of some of our uniquely crafted, individualized burgers:

Man, I really needed that.  It was the perfect plate to eat right before starting #10 on 101 Things: Eat only mom’s healthy and non-delicious food for two whole weeks.

Reading that nearly had my gag reflex kick into over-drive.

Gugh!

(What the hell was that?)

Gugh!

(That’s the sound of my gag on the internetz)

I eat out more than half of the time because I don’t like most of the food that my mom makes.  Sorry mom, I love you, but I don’t love your cooking .  The meat’s always dried and overcooked.  You like putting guacamole and tomatoes in everything.  You cook too much fish and it stinks up the whole neighborhood.  And the snacks and desserts offered to me usually consists of oranges, apples and broccoli. Broccoli.

Basically, her stuff is pretty bland and predictable.  The only good thing about all the food she puts together is it’s actually somewhat healthy.  There’s not a whole lot of grease/fat;  it’s just there for you to survive.  As a child, I was really thin, thin as a tooth-pick as most would say, and I put the blame on the food that she has been feeding me all these years.

But ever since I’ve been old enough to diss her cooking by getting my preferred food, I’ve been gaining weight.  And gaining weight for me isn’t really bad, it’s just the food that I typically eat is entirely the opposite from my mom’s…fattening and greasy, and boy do I indulge.

Since I should save money (I don’t really have a job) and eat healthy, my goal is to eat nothing but of her food for a minimum two weeks, by that time, I should be adapted to her stuff, thus eating more of it…gugh!

For the past two days, I’ve been eating this:

From left to right:

-Sad and dried “pasta” with dried chicken and chopped up tomatoes.
-Sandwich with ham and only ham
-Yet another sandwich with ham…but WAIT!  It’s got wheat bread and some lettuce this time.

Is that mouthwatering or what?