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Work Is Meatloaf
“The cuisine, being quite a conglomeration of foods I both adore and abhor, glares up from the pale foam platter it lay on. I cannot quite decide whether or not the meal as a whole appeals to me in any unironic way. The cookies — two, this time (I was fortunate enough to have the server bless me with an extra) - sit desecrated beside the dubious loaf of meat and mediocre wedges of barely-fried potato.“
Uncertainty and Response (College Essay)
How should you express yourself amid constant upheaval, hurricanes, and difficult family life? This is my answer.
Work Is Meatloaf: An Essay About Food and Frivolity
The cuisine, being quite a conglomeration of foods I both adore and abhor, glares up from the pale foam platter it lay on. I cannot quite decide whether or not the meal as a whole appeals to me in any unironic way. The cookies — two, this time (I was fortunate enough to have the server bless me with an extra) — sit desecrated beside the dubious loaf of meat and mediocre wedges of barely-fried potato.
Work Is Meatloaf
The cuisine, being quite a conglomeration of foods I both adore and abhor, glares up from the pale foam platter it lay on. I cannot quite decide whether or not the meal as a whole appeals to me in any unironic way. The cookies — two, this time (I was fortunate enough to have the server bless me with an extra) — sit desecrated beside the dubious loaf of meat and mediocre wedges of barely-fried potato.