5 Chaotic Meals That Got Me Through Finals Week

Finals week is not a time. It’s a personality.
And mine? Was 90% caffeine, 10% existential dread, and a rotating menu of questionable “meals” I fully convinced myself were gourmet.

I’m not proud… but I’m not sorry either.
From cold food that became breakfast and dinner, to Maggi that doubled as emotional support — these dishes weren’t just fuel, they were survival.
This isn’t a recipe blog. It’s a cry for help

🥇 1. Maggi That Was 3% Noodles, 97% Drama

Maggi is a lifestyle. Maggi is therapy. Maggi is the friend who shows up at midnight and never asks questions.
I made it in a cracked pan, used a fork that was slightly bent, and added a heroic amount of masala that turned it into lava. and all the sauces i had fr ALL OF THEM

Was it edible?
YUMMYY.

Was it comforting?
Yes. Spiritually.

2. Jam on Literally Anything

Bread? Sure.
Chapati? Yep.
A spoon straight from the jar while watching productivity YouTube videos I didn’t follow? Obviously.

This was the snack of champions (with trust issues).
It’s quick, it’s messy, it’s protein (yes it is) and if you squint hard enough, it feels like you’re making healthy choices.

At some point I lost track of time.
The only clock I followed was the one inside my stomach, and that guy was on something.

OMG YOU KNOW CEREAL You can eat it dry from the box while stress-crying over your notes. ✨Multifunctional.✨

3. A Sad Attempt at Pasta That I Called “Fusion”

I added ketchup to boiled Macaroni.
And oregano.
And cheese slices.
And all the other sauces.

I told myself it was “experimental fusion.”
What it actually was: anxiety in a bowl.

10/10 would make again.

4. The Legendary Hot Coffee I Survived On

No food blog is complete without a shoutout to my true love: caffeine.
Finals week coffee wasn’t even fancy — just instant, some milk, and hope.

I’d sip it slowly while pretending I was being productive, then crash 20 minutes later and panic-study until my laptop fan started screaming.

Repeat daily.

5. Honorable Mention: The Biscuit Cake That Was Either a Win or a Crime

Ah yes, the infamous biscuit cake — a chaotic masterpiece that lived on the edge of greatness and disaster.
I crushed biscuits, mixed them with milk, sugar, maybe cocoa (if I had it), and microwaved the mess into what I proudly called “cake.”
Sometimes it was lowkey delicious. Other times, it was just… warm regret.
Either way, I ate it. And I’d do it again.

Sometimes, dinner was just… biscuits.
The good kind. The nostalgic kind.
No logic. No prep. Just carbs and coping.

What I Learned From Eating Like This

Besides the fact that my gut deserves an apology?

I learned that food is storytelling.

Every chaotic meal I made had a vibe.
A reason. A mood.
And writing this blog reminded me that even the smallest things — like butter on toast at 1 AM — tell a story.

TL;DR

• Finals week broke me

• These 5 meals barely held me together

• I had fun while writing this

• Hope you did too

By : Harshii (Still recovering. Still hungry.)