Abby - twitter

I got a twitter account a few months ago. It's not that I have anything significant to contribute to the twitter verse. Nothing I have rolling around in my head is news to anyone, just typical teenage angst and then whatever I'm eating. By looking at it it's easy to break the topics of my tweets down; where I am, unc basketball, and what I'm eating.

I'm not by any means a picky eater. I personally like to think of myself as a food enthusiast. It's true that I like most any food, any quantity and most qualities. All that being said, I've never tasted food as scrumptious as the meals provided on our Honduras travel trip.
Huge chunks of fresh wahu, (white fish), meaty stews filled with lobster and jumbo shrimp, and crispy grilled kabobs. Every single meal had my mouth watering and my stomach smiling. The aroma of a breakfast burrito was just enough to get me excited for the days events. Not a single repeat performance. Delia, the chef, kept us on the edge of our seats as to what would be next. The coffee that filled the room with a rich smell, was a dark roast, and native to the country. The smell billowed through the small screened in cafeteria and caffeinated everyone's senses.
The owners kept a small stock of island soft drinks in a cooler. Most of them were familiar names, coke, sprite, and the best of all, coke light. It's a different version made with real sugar so it tastes similar to diet coke but sweeter. Every time we sat down for a meal I was simultaneously reminded of my favorite summer camp growing up and a five star restaurant.
The two sweetest waitresses bring you out your meal, Angie and heydee, they even served from the correct side of you and retrieved your plate from the other side. The meals usually had two courses at dinner, a hefty helping of an entree, and an adequate sized dessert. The portions were enough to leave me satisfied but not too much so I was uncomfortable.
Every time we sat down for a meal as a family group, we were poised in anxious anticipation of what was to come. What would it be? Everyone desperately trying to match the smell wafting from the kitchen with what we were to be ingesting.
The downside is that now I'm ruined. I'll probably compare every meal to those in enjoyed in Honduras for years to come. Im okay with it though.