All You Can Eat

Buffet- 
 1.Noun.a meal at which guests help themselves from a number of dishes and often eat standing up
2. Verb.to contend against; battle.
3. Noun.a violent shock or concussion.

Really??!! My scrumptious meal shares its name with battle and concussions??! Yikes..! 

I'm just kidding people. I love buffet dinners way too much to give 'em up. Love every stage of it! What stages? Ok, let me explain.

Stage 1- Anticipate

Transit to the restaurant on an empty stomach. Growing more hungry by the second. See the doorway from a distance-the only thing separating you from ALL that glorious food!!

Stage 2- Aggregate

OMG!! Dude.. So Much food!!

(@Restaurant owners in Chennai- Take a hint from the above pic)

"I want that.. and that.. and that.. oh and That.. definitely that.. hmm..should i take that..?.. Oh what the hell lets take it and save another trip back... Damn, no more place on this plate for more food..*sigh*.." Finds place to sit. Looks at friend's plate. "Damnit I shoulda taken that too!!"

Stage 3- Attack!

The Stage where all of us think we're Man Vs.Food Contenders

Dive into the food with the aggression of a savage! Test the maximum volume a fork can carry and your mouth can contain. Random sampling of every item on the plate. Is this why Buffet meant battle?? lol.

Stage 4- Adequacy

That's just Ketchup on an Egg... Or is it?????

Start to absorb the surroundings and adapt. Make conversation. Have a good time with the people around. Now is when you actually start to absorb the taste of your food. It's no more just a mad dash to the finish. Happy with the food you've eaten. Maybe go and take a 2nd or 3rd serving.

Stage 5-Abundance

So much food left on the plate. With every passing bite, the food somehow gets more difficult to eat. Why do my Jeans start to feel so tight? Is it just me or is the food on my plate increasing in quantity? One more mouth.. You can do this.. One more.. Oneee... Argh!! NO MORE!! Throw fork down!

Stage 6-Aftermath

Can somebody carry me home?? Somebody..?? Anybody..??

Damnit!! Gotta get up from this chair and leave. I still didn't have the Pudding. :( Next time for sure..! Walking just seems like SO much work right now. If only I could Teleport myself back home like in Star Trek. STUFFED!! Is this why Buffet meant violent concussion!? No.. Not funny! Swear never to eat so much again..Ever!! Happy nevertheless.

Such are the 6 Stages. Once you get over the weird feeling of Stage 6 and a few days down the line, someone says something that has all or most of the following words- All you can eat, Buffet, Sausages, Burgers, Meat, Pasta, Dessert, Pudding, Yummy, Today.... Hmmm... 

Oh well, Here we go again!!

Campus Chef

A typical day's Hostel Mess Menu:

• Sambar that tastes like water
• Rice that's as dry as uncooked White Oats
• A Vegetable turned into an incomprehensible blob of green/ red/ yellow
• a dead Spider or two

The hostel kitchen defied every rule of a Health Inspector. My hostel kicked it up a notch by hanging a sign that read "Things That Taste Bad Are Good For Health." Everyone dreaded the Mess food. Within a month of joining college we all found solace in the private run mess outside the campus. On days where the hostel served nothing but rice and cabbage, business thrived in "Andhra Mess" and "Suguna Mess".

We later started to break rules. We bought small Induction Stoves and began experimenting with  our Cooking skills! I learnt to prepare a perfect Cup-O-Noodles! For lack of anything to eat it with, Puttu (a Keralite dish) was prepared and eaten with mutton pickle, Cornflakes with Maggie taste-makers and mutton pickle. Chappatis with mutton pickle, "Instant Ghee Rice" with mutton pickle and Sandwich spreads consisted of well, more mutton pickle. This trend continued...till the day one of our friends brought Fish pickle and another cycle ensued!

I heard that the girls who never left the hostel have now bettered their culinary skills. As for me and cooking, I'm still the Cup-O-Noodle connoisseur! 

Foodaholic Chronicles

I love food! What better way to revere the passion than to make a blog about it!?


Food Moods vary. There are days when i pick quality n others when quantity becomes a priority. Days when I'd long for rich creamy lasagna, days when i need Rs.30 Beef Fried Rice and other days when i dream of a more exotic cuisine like an Octopus Salad...


Mood Foods vary too. One can celebrate with some Tenderloin Steak in red wine and mushroom sauce. Or mourn the day by sitting at home and watching a sappy mush movie while polishing off a box of Chocolates.


These are my Foodaholic Chronicles!