Fast Food Frenzy
There’s just something about a McDonald’s sausage, egg, and cheese McMuffin that makes me want to be a fat kid.
They only serve it until breakfast ends, usually around 11 a.m. (yes, I’ve figured out the schedule), but if I looked like a modern-day Jabba the Hut, I’d buy a day’s supply every morning. But I don’t. Usually.
Sorry, McDonald’s, but my goal is not to look like I have an I.V. of saturated fat. Go ahead and run your new bright and shiny “we aren’t that bad!” advertisements all you want, but I know the damned sausage, egg, and cheese McMuffin is not good for me.
But it’s so good for me. So unbelievably greasy, fatty, cheesy, glorious, awesome goodness.
You stay out of this, Jack. Don’t even get me started on my love affair with your Jumbo Jack with cheese.
Oh, sorry if I’ve confused you. Keep it on the d.l., but my pantry, stocked with organic and health foods, doesn’t know about that glorious night Jumbo Jack and I had in St. Louis. Or those two mornings I spent with McMuffin in Madison, WI.
I’ve managed to hide my fast food fiendings from my pantry so far. I don’t think it suspects a thing. Alright, so it’s questioned my breath before, why it was neglected for a day or so, and what was with the ketchup stain on my pants, but I’ve managed to navigate those minefields.
The problem is, I don’t want to leave my pantry. It’s been great to me. And for everyone else. I feel great when I spend time with it, my friends dolphin, deer, and eagle all thank me, and the buttons on my jeans get along great with my pantry. Sure, I may not always enjoy it. There are definitely times when I’ve been with my pantry but thinking about Wendy (or Sonic, the Queen, Colonel, etc). But even when I stray, I always come back to my pantry. I know that it will always be there.
As a whole, we have a rock solid relationship. There’s a future, a long one, with my pantry. I don’t see that long of a future when I’m with the King (or the Bell, Five Guys, Hardee, and so on). So I stay true, for the most part, to my pantry. I know that in the long run, I’ll be better for it. Even if there are some rough batches, err, patches.
Now excuse me as I tip-toe out the door for a fried chicken sandwich topped with bacon and ranch. I don’t think my pantry can see me from here…
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Having actually worked in fast food, I know how you feel. I always felt so guilty eating anything from work. However, after going home at looking at my pantry I would start to at least feel a little bit better about myself. But sometimes, fast food is just so good.
Unfortunately, now after being in college, part of my is proud to say I rarely have fast food. Yet, the food my school provides definitely isn’t any better. I have survived living off of grilled cheese, pizza and french fries. I only wish that I had a stock full of healthy food waiting for me like at home. But that isn’t really how it works.
True point on college eating. When I lived on campus freshman year, it wasn’t a ‘fast food frenzy’ as much as it was a ‘dining hall dash’. I’m able to find the time to cook sometimes now, which is nice, but long hours on campus lead me back to the dining hall or Subway and the like. It’s a constant battle.
I can totally relate. After I saw “Super Size Me,” all I wanted was a Quarter Pounder with Cheese. Unfortunately, while that documentary only chronicled the effects of McD’s food on Mr. Spurlock, I did eventually learn about the quality, and what a positively awful the price we pay to get burgers that cost so little. Now that I know, I just can’t stomach it anymore. I can’t unlearn (as much as I might want to). I lied to myself a little when I went to France and had some “McDo” in Paris–it was delish. I guess I’m an addict like you, but I’ve been clean for a while now.
I still can’t help myself when it comes to their hash browns tho. My god. So good.
I might be wrong about this, but I think I remember learning in French class that “MacDo” is actually somehow healthier than McDonald’s food over here? I might be totally making that up, though. Maybe, like you said, I’m just lying to myself because it’s French.
I try fooling myself into thinking that local fast food chains are healthier than the big ones. Not that I eat it all that much, anyways, but I try to stay away from Burger King, McDonalds, etc…
I don’t know French, but I managed to justify, in English, a sausage, egg, & cheese breakfast POWER sandwich at Panera on my way to finals this morning. My reasoning? The one from Panera with “POWER” in the name has to be healthier… right?
Also, not making life easier: “RT @timotis: McDonald’s introduces a dollar menu for breakfast http://twitthis.com/7phvdd “…cripes.
That’s a great point about local fast food, I wasn’t even thinking about that. I definitely frequented places like bgood and Anna’s Taqueria all the time when I lived in Brookline, MA. These days I’m usually at the mmMac N Cheese place in Quincy Market, which is unbelievable, but definitely in a gray area. And then again, so is my local pizza place… How we define what’s “fast food” is an interesting question I guess. In my mind I typically associate it with chains.
thanks for share.. ^_^