Strange until the evening comes ...

I was so mad, I was truly disappointed, so tired, and I had spent too much money, far too much. We´d been searching through three big shopping-malls in the city centre, in nice company with half of our towns inhabitants, families looking for Christmasgifts, children making a hazzle everywhere...

On our way home we decided to bring some takeaway, daughter took from a restaurant serving pasta dishes, she chose one containing ham and cheese sauce. As I myself don´t want to eat meat I went to a Chinese place nearby, I hadn´t been there for quite a while, but I gave it a try. There were few vegetarian dishes on the menu, none of them seemed tasty enough, so I chose chicken with peanut-sauce, ( I´m sometimes a fake vegetarian, I eat fish and chicken now and then, providing the dish contains lots of vegetables of course) as I ordered from a Chinese restaurant it was my solid experience that there would be lots of vegetables, thus I wouldn´t be forced to eat all the chicken. :-S

As we got home we sat down at the kitchentable and opened our food boxes, was I surprised! I´d never seen anything like it my whole life as grownup woman, took me minutes to get it in to my head and come to emidiate awareness of what I actually had in front of me ... No! Not a live chicken ;-), but my dish was solely chicken slices, lots of sauce, brown as brown mud, and rice, no more no less. Not one vegetable what so ever in sight, not even a tiny bit of onion, ugh. I stared at the boxes and became totally confused and lost. 11 year old kid shoveled in her pasta, it was delicious, she said. I felt like crying.

I just couldn´t believe what kind of place that was serving dishes like that these days, extraordinary suspicious and disgracefully wretched. I felt deeply offended actually, and so disappointed, this turned personal for some reason, how could anyone expect me to eat that? Bah!
I finally made my decision, I was going to give it back. I had to do something, to calm my nerves down and to ease my disappointment, to get even. If I couldn´t have my money back so be it, I just had to give the food? ... ;-) back, it had to be this way.

So, I put my coat on, and my boots, grabbed the food-boxes and took the elevator down. I walked down town in a determined state of mind, I was going to take this shitjunk so called food back, hopefully have my money back and I was going to tell them: "This is not an adequate and healthy meal to serve, this is not nourishing enough for any human being!" ... and I did.

But it didn´t feel entirely satisfactory, I still felt sad and I wore remorse during the rest of the the evening. 11 year old daughter still believes she has a strange mother.