College Food Intervention FAIL

I called this blog College Without Ramen for a reason, even though this is my very first post that's actually about food. Eating fake, processed junk seems like a waste when you have a complete kitchen at your disposal. I don't always eat meals made from products straight from the farm, but I'm definitely not eating any ramen, tv dinners or fast food. But after watching the eating habits of one of my roommates, I realize that not everyone feels the same way that I do.

Little Miss "Bernadette" doesn't eat real food. For the last three weeks, I have only seen this girl eat frozen snacks, frozen pizza, frozen burgers...If you can stick it in the microwave for a few minutes and eat it with one hand, she's all over it. Okay, she ate delivery pizza at one point in time, but still. She has not had one "home-cooked" college kitchen meal since we've been on campus. After the other day when she left to go get food and returned with more Stouffer's Pizzas and Hot Pockets, I decided that I'd had enough.

I planned a food intervention. When I suggested the idea of an "apartment dinner", she brightened up.

"I just got paid! I was thinking about ordering pizza for everyone!"

Should have seen that coming. After shutting her idea down with sharp determination, a quick trip to Target was made. We ended up with creamy Chicken Alfredo, a dairy-free supplement for those of the lactose intolerant variety and peanut butter cookies that were overcooked but still slightly tolerable. When dinner was served, my other roommates and I settled down at the table with our wonderful meal waited for the break-thru moment. Which never came.

Picky-eater Bernadette refused to even try the food. In fact, as the three of us chatted over pasta and wine, she sat in her room and played video games. Which is something that she does ALL THE TIME. She's even left a hilarious game night midway to socialize with her "online friends". But that has nothing to do with the current point that I am straying away from...

She only came out of her room when we started trying our peanut butter cookies. Of course, she praised them, so we decided not to give them to our worst enemy and let her have them instead.

Lesson learned: Bernadette just doesn't eat real food. No fruits; no vegetables. Or pasta and Alfredo sauce apparently.

Somehow we will figure this out. But I'm beginning to believe that if it's not dough smothered in sauce and topped with processed meat, it's not getting past her.

I'm not giving up. Even if it takes all year.