Teeth...

were given to us for a reason. My dislike of the food here is fairly well known, but despite that I still sit down willingly and suffer through the meals, wishing that we could just say prayer and I could get the heck out of there. I have come to almost dread meal time, especially when the prior is around for lunch. As he is always moving around, he ues the time to socialize with the other wealthier visitors or the bishop (whom I have slowly grown to dislike after getting to know him better). The sitting still in a chair at a table full of monks with the taste of mush, and peanut sauce with green beans fresh in my mouth listening to big-bellied laughs at ecclesiastical and clerical jokes isn’t exactly my idea of fun. Today had been particularly non-welcoming to me at meal time. Both times we had pate, which I have come to despise. When it is made right and has a solid form to it, I can stand it. But today it was pure mush with the cook having used too much water for the amount of cornflower. It was like eating mashed potatoes and green beans smothered in a peanut gravy that may sound appetizing as I am finding out writing this, but the reality is starkly different than the Thanksgivingish meal. All I could think about was ‘give me some damn food that I can sink my teeth into! it was more difficult for me to eat this meal with teeth as there was nothing to chew. a teething baby would have taken more pleasure in this meal than I am’. I can’t wait to sink my teeth into a nice juicy steak the likes of which have never before been seen here.