Quesadilla Withdrawal Symptom
To all who knew my love for tasty quesadillas:
My mouth awaits the day it can sink into the soft, yet crispy, well-assimilated combo of chicken, salsa, and cheeeeeeeeeeezzzzzz once again.
For dinner, I ordered a mushroom quesadilla (the only choice for a quesadilla), for 14RMB, from a place called El Mexicano, which charged me an extra 7RMB to have it delivered along with a beef taco (although I realized it should be called a burrito after I ate it). In total I spent 41RMB, which is pretty pricey for a meal here, but it’s been my average expenditure on food these days due to my larger appetite.
Compare what I ate today (left) and what I could eat almost everyday in Canada (right):

Today, I ate a flat, mushy, cheeseless, piece of tortilla skin with mashed up mushrooms, green peppers and onions. Oh, how I hunger for a good quesadilla.
I also confess to having hamburger withdrawal symptoms, but the inferior burgers here are keeping me full at least.
Thankfully there’s still popcorn chicken, heh.







lol, i just made myself a quesadilla for dinner…
grrrr….