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My first week in college (actually the week before, for marching band camp...yeah, yeah), my parents hadn't had a chance to come into town and get me a minifridge, and I didn't sign up for the campus meal plan because we thought it was a terrible deal. With a fridge and a microwave and a coffee pot, I'd be set for food. Problem was - eight days, no fridge, and the nearest grocer was a 15 minute walk. Which is not what you're down for after a day of marching all day. So, on the first day, I went to the grocer, bought a loaf of bread, a jar of peanut butter, a bottle of honey, a hand of bananas, plastic knives, and a roll of paper towels. For eight days, every meal was either a PB-banana sandwich or a PB-honey sandwich.
Not quite long enough for me to be sick of them forever, but enough that I didn't eat one again for a year or so after I got my fridge and coffee pot.
Not quite long enough for me to be sick of them forever, but enough that I didn't eat one again for a year or so after I got my fridge and coffee pot.