Yes, another installment to the epic series... And if my title is too racist for you- tough cuz I'm an Italian-American too. So shut you pie-holes ppl!!

AM is not a happy person right now... Nope, not at all... If there's one thing you don't do to an Italian girl its messing with her FOOD! (and it also doesn't help that I'm in a cranky mood because Supernatural is in a hiatus for four months!! )

So my dad and I sit down to eat dinner by ourselves and everything's okay at first. In fact everything's great because oh look- my mom bought rice balls! Yay! Good old rice ball, not like like the ones you see in anime.

So la di da da, I take a bite and WTF?!! The rice ball tasted HORRIBLE!! And no, this isn't the first time this happened either!

Okay seriously, how hard is it to get a freaking decent rice ball around here? I live on a freaking island practically dominated by freaking Italians and not one freaking Pork Store can make a FRIGGIN. DECENT. RICE. BALL!!

You explain to me how this is logical?!!!

So now that this has happened repeatedly, every time before I bite into a rice ball I'm going to have to play a guessing game to guess if it's going to be good. Guess what? If I was playing for money everytime I guessed, I would be a freaking MILLIONAIRE!!!!

GAHHHHHH!!!!!

Is it so hard to ask to have a nice, well-made American influenced Italian rice ball? And by that I mean a rice ball with American rice and Italian cheeses compacted into a fried bread crumb sphere that doesn't taste like freaking CARDBOARD!!! I also don't like imported rice from Italy in my rice ball because then it tastes like a mushy bread ball filled with risotto! And then there are the Scilian rice balls- by far the WORST rice balls EVER! (Relax, I'm Scilian too...) I don't want tomato sauce and peas in my rice ball, and I don't want to eat it with a fork!! I just want to have a normal American influenced Italian rice ball that I can eat with my hands!! ;__:

Now normally you're suppose to enjoy a food when it comes straight from the mother country, but as you can see, that's not the case with me and my rice balls- I suck at being Italian- big whoop... -___- The only thing I inherited was liking to eat, and even with that I'm incrediably picky. If it counts as any merit, I like imported procuitto...