The "Build Your Own Bowl" night that got too competitive.
THE "BUILD YOUR OWN BOWL" NIGHT THAT GOT TOO COMPETITIVE.
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Ah, the hallowed halls of our campus dining. Amidst the late-night study sessions and frantic essay deadlines, there were those glorious theme nights. Remember the buzz? But none, perhaps, sparked the unique blend of culinary creativity and sheer, unadulterated Ivy League competitive spirit quite like the "Build Your Own Bowl" night.
It started innocently enough. A vast array of bases, proteins, veggies, sauces, and toppings. A chance to escape the monotony, to craft your personal masterpiece. But for us, it was never just about a meal, was it? It was about strategy. You’d eye your classmate’s plate, mentally dissecting their layering technique, silently judging their protein-to-carb ratio. Was that an optimal flavor profile? Did they really go for two types of nuts? Amateurs.
Suddenly, the friendly communal spirit dissolved into a silent, intense culinary showdown. Bowls weren't merely assembled; they were engineered. Artfully arranged. Every ingredient placement was a deliberate choice, every drizzle of sauce a stroke of genius (or a desperate attempt to hide a questionable combination). You weren't just eating; you were performing. Your bowl was a physical manifestation of your intellectual prowess, your meticulous planning, your ability to excel even in the most mundane of tasks. The unspoken challenge: "My bowl is superior." The subtle nod of acknowledgement, or the quick, dismissive glance, spoke volumes. It was, after all, an Ivy. We couldn’t help but turn everything into a contest. Those bowls, those nights, are etched in our shared history, a testament to our collective drive.
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