The Wrong Turn

Good evening bloggers! I hope everyone is trying not to go crazy in self-isolation and keeping themselves occupied ― more importantly, staying home, remaining safe and healthy. 

It’s been quite some time since I wrote on my blog last, and I figured that during a time when you’re not supposed to leave your house (which I wished for many times, and am now beginning to regret it) it would be a good idea to write something to keep my brain active. Currently, I am studying English Literature and Creative Writing at university which has been moved online. This is my last week of classes for the semester, and then final exams, which are also going to be happening online. 

Last summer, I was involved in a slightly humiliating situation, but one that makes for a good story nonetheless. Jacob and I were going to McDonald’s for a late night snack and I was the driver. The next thing I knew, we were driving along the border and going into a different country. Yup, I am the only person I know that can attempt to go down the street for a burger and somehow end up in the United States.

This story was submitted to a creative writing class at the university I attend and received an A, so I figured it’d be good enough to make a blog post out of. Enjoy my ridiculousness! 

That was how a drive to McDonald’s went terribly, horribly wrong. It was a hot midsummer’s night, and somehow a trip to McDonald’s turned into an adventure to another country. Jacob (my boyfriend) and I’s hunger had grown pernicious, and the only way to rectify this uncontrollable hunger was to embark on the five-minute drive to the nearest McDonald’s for burgers and fries. I was the driver, and the only possible excuse I can muster in this case is that my eyesight isn’t particularly excellent in the dark. I had both hands on the steering wheel, my eyes on the road ahead and my mind on the food that awaited me, when I made the fatally wrong left turn. As I cranked the wheel to what I thought was the correct street, I realized I was bolting down a one-way street — and I was not going the right way down it. Quickly, I swerved down another street that allowed vehicles to travel southbound. Unfortunately for me, this road had no exit as far as I could see — in fact, there was only one way out, and it was not the way I wanted to take.It was an anxiety-ridden moment. Full of panic, I looked over towards Jacob and asked him what we should do. Together, we searched to see if there was someone, anyone at all that could help and direct us to the right path. Albeit, there was no one around, and I cruised across the border that led from our homeland of Canada into the unknown and somewhat frightening territory of the United States. In hindsight, I could have handled that differently. Perhaps I should have took a deep breath and thought things through a little rather than acting on the first thing that came to mind.I drove and drove and drove and drove across that seemingly never-ending bridge alongside trucks and cars who were driving with a purpose, while I was there, driving encumbered with regret. Approaching the border patrol, I took a deep breath of relief. We were saved. We would be turned around back to Canada, we could go to McDonald’s, and we could forget this whole night ever happened. As I told the man what had happened, he looked quizzical. I understand — after all, I’m not entirely sure they have many crossers who simply were trying to go to McDonald’s. He said it would be more work to turn us around than let us through (even though we were not equipped with passports), so we were headed into Detroit, Michigan. I had never driven in the United States before, so to say I was unnerved would be undermining how I had felt in that moment. Hours after searching for the bridge (but not before arriving to the tunnel to discover it was closed due to maintenance) and driving back onto Canadian soil with a dead GPS and frazzled energies, Jacob and I were at the border customs yet again. This time, we were hassled by the border police, who asked us multiple times how one can end up in the United States when going to get a Big Mac. So multiple times I had to reply, that yes, I know — I’m an idiot. Eventually, we did get to McDonald’s. A greasy cheeseburger had never tasted so good and rewarding. This may be an odd and slightly humiliating story to recount, but it did teach me a valuable lesson — be careful when driving to McDonald’s, because you may end up in another country.

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Last Meal Ever

Your Last Meal Ever: What Do You Pick?

Let’s hope this isn’t the case, but let’s pretend that tonight for dinner, it’s the last meal you’ll ever get to have. So you get to pick whatever you want! If it was my last meal ever, I would not waste it on vegetables. Gross. This is what I would pick . . . 

1.) McDonald’s (Big Mac, 2 Double Cheeseburgers, 6 Piece Chicken Nuggets, and Large Fries)

2.) Cheese Filled Perogies with Sour Cream

3.) Shrimp with Seafood Sauce


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I don’t even think I’d be able to eat all of that. What a shame. But yes, those are pretty much all of my favourite foods put together. But there’s so many yummy foods out there that it’s hard to pick what ones you’d want if you could never eat again. But this is where I’d start.

Cheers to many meals left to come in the future!
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More Food And Stuff

Earlier this year, I had created a blog post about food that I eat. And normally I don’t go around just taking pictures of things that I eat, because, well, that’s just weird. However, I noticed that I have plenty food pictures on my computer that I’d love to get rid of. So what better way than to stash them up in a blog post? Continue on if you want to see what Victoria Hecnar eats (hint: basically nothing healthy.) If you don’t, though, I totally understand. I don’t really care what people are eating either. FullSizeRender (43)
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See? What did I tell you? Nothing healthy. And, yes, if you were wondering, I ate every single food item on this post by myself. What can I say? I love food. And to end things off, here’s this appropriately placed GIF of pizza (Mmm, pizza).

Love you guys! Have a great day! xx 

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My Food

Anyone who knows me will probably find this really weird. I never go to restaurants and take pictures of food and post it. But for some reason, I found a whole bunch of pictures of food on my phone. So, I guess I am a picture taker of food. Damn. Well, here’s some good food to look at!

The best Christmas day breakfast ever: McDonald’s. 

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Candy that smiles back at you.

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A TV dinner: You either love them or hate them.

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A huge Cherry Cola flavoured gummy bear. My boyfriend gave this to me. 🙂

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I ate this whole cheese pizza plus garlic dipping sauce all by myself, no kidding.

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When a slice of cherry pie with vanilla ice cream look like they’re modelling:

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Trying to make tomato soup, grilled cheese sandwiches, and pickles look as fancy as possible.

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A delicious Starbucks set. Only one packet per package and only two packages, but quality over quantity. There’s real chocolate bits that melt when you heat it up. That’s how to spell delicious, my friends.

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The most perfect strawberry in the entire universe: (and juicy + delicious, too)

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BONUS:

An amazing* picture of a Reese’s peanut butter cup, drawn by yours truly.

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Hope you all liked the pictures! Stay tuned for more blogs and YouTube videos this upcoming week. Ciao!

xoxo Victoria Hecnar 

* extremely crappy.