The Cook is Born

For the 23 years of her life..
She feels hungry.
She goes to kitchen.
She fills her plate.
She eats.
She enjoys her idle time. (books/comp with snacks all the time)
She feels hungry.
And the cycle goes on.

One month later...
She feels hungry.
She checks if she had stored anything in the fridge. no
She checks if anything is there in the cub-board. no
She cuts vegetables and her finger sometimes.
She cooks rice.
She fries chicken.
She prepares breakfast, lunch and dinner.
She eats.
She cleans her plate.
She washes the bowls.
She DOESNT want to feel hungry.
But like it or not, The Cook is Born in Nederland

Breakfast at Brussels

place: Arbit shop at Brussels Airport
time: around 9 am
situation: I am totally hungry

Me (after searching all types of sandwiches and causiously picking one that does not get my stomach upset for my next flight): Hi, I would like to have Salami-Salami
Waitress (with a 100 watt smile): Sure.. 3 Euros
Me: Err.. is this vegetarian ?
Waitress: eh.. What ?
Me (here goes my lingo): Vegetarian you know.
Waitress: ohh.. No.. it has THIS! (pointing to some thing inside the packet without telling what THIS means)
Me (getting hungrier every minute): Can you get me anything thats vegetarian in here.. er.. please ?
Waitress (her face brightens as if she has solved some mystery): You mean cheese ?.. this one.. 3 euros. Anything else ?
Me (duh!): No, thanks

There goes my breakfast outside India :D, whatever it was!