Summer at Harvard

In America,well, Harvard Summer School at least, you will never grow hungry. A slab of cream cheese on my freshly toasted bagel is my must-have in the mornings. Addictive and sinful. a very awful combination indeed. Even a trip to Provincetown, a 3 hours drive from Harvard, Annernberg Hall make sure you are well stuffed. like a stuffed turkey ready for Christmas.

I always adore given a list of food to choose from.Who doesn't? The slight pang of excitment of thinking what kind of choices, followed by immediate crossing out some selection ,followed by slight hesitant on which choices to cross out some more,(indifference curve applicable here), next is the headache of selecting the best, and then the slight doubt of whether is it the best choice. Perhaps, this is not fun as expected!

Have a look at the list. I wanted everything, to be honest. and it comes with chips, a juice of your choice and a fruit,on top of 2 sandwiches for lunch. We were suppose to tick them the day before and collect it the morning the bus leaves for Provincetown. My lunch came in a medium size bulky brown bag and I happily huddled it in my arms, like a little girl been given her lunch to school. I guess it is the anticipation of opening a little surprise (although I knew my choices) and wondering how good are the well-described sandwiches. As it turned out,

and as you can see....well, the chicken salad on marble rye is boiled? chicken covered in overwhelmingly rich calorie laden mayonnaise. Ham and Swiss on bulkie roll was 2 piece of white bread with ham and cheese in between. I wonder where is my bulkie roll? Hmmmmmm...