Food

Dessert is the best part of dinner. I crave it every night. Sometimes its cake. Sometimes its a cookie. My mouth waters just thinking about it. When dinner begins I cannot wait for it. Tonight is a my moms specialty, money spaghetti. It is very "rich" in flavor. I quickly eat my spaghetti, shoving handfuls of it into my mouth. The spaghetti is delicious, so great, but I rush eating my meal for that savory goodness at the end. My mom notices I am eating my food quickly and decides that I must be extremely hungry and need more food. She lobs two gigantic spoonfuls of spaghetti onto my plate and smiles. I look at the food in horror. I must finish this quick. I shovel the food into my throat and once again, my mom puts more spaghetti in front of me. I quickly gobble that down too. I'm so full, yet I MUST have my dessert. It's a Daisy doodle cookie. I look at it and realize I am so full. I don't know if I want it anymore. I ignore my stomachs cry to stop eating and take a bite of the snicker doodle. It doesn't taste like heaven at all. In fact, I feel sick eating it. Oh god, It's disgusting. I run to the bathroom and throw up. It was not worth it. I had rushed through all of the glorious dinner for a Daisy doodle, which was not even that great anyways. I ruined my whole night and I end up next to the toilet.