I swore off McDonalds at one point years ago, but yesterday being valentines day and my mom having to work, my dad wanted to go eat with her. How sweet huh? Too bad one of the few options with her time limits was McDonalds. I was very apprehensive of their limited menu choices, knowing that no matter what I ordered, NONE of it was gonna look like the pix on the menu, not to mention it would all be room temperature in a matter of minutes.
Mom said she wanted whatever burger had mayonnaise on it, which I ordered and of course supersized. The only reason I did that was because I only wanted the french fries ~ hey, I've been a good girl diet wise ~ why not splurge. Besides, my mom was gonna want some fries too.
Anyway, as I sat there stuffing my face with french fries, halfway thru my meal I feel that gross gut bomb feeling that I always feel after eating fast food. Sadly, I ignored it and kept eating.
Today, mom tells me she has to work late again today. So again my dad and I head to McDonalds, again I order my fries. Today after I ate my fries and ketchup, I feel disgusting. It's almost like that movie that came out years ago: Super Size Me where Morgan Spurlock barfed out his car window after eating at McDonalds, except I didn't. I felt like I wanted to though.
I really miss eating and cooking with Manuel.
I gotta also comment on that 'healthy' menu option they have. If you know what I'm talking about, it's the granny smith and red apples with the yogurt, grapes and walnuts. My dad opened up his fruit, ate it slowly. I sat there watching his apples. After about 20 minutes I said aloud 'Ok seriously, WHY is this fruit not turning brown?' My mom gave me a funny look, looked at the apples then she too wondered the same thing aloud.
Being a cook, you know that most of the time in order to stop any fruit from browning, you just pour a little citrus on it and that works fine. However it STILL turns brown. These apples never changed colors. Something is WRONG. I swear when I die, those apples are still gonna be sitting in my tummy.
Kinda reminds me of this one time last year, I decided to clean out my car and under my car seat I found a, can you guess, a McDonalds french fry. You will not believe me unless I had pix, but I don't this time sorry. Anyway, this fry, I kid you not, looked EXACTALLY as it did the day I ordered it. This was LONG after I swore off McDonalds, and Teresa and I stopped eating in my car at least five years prior to me finding this miracle french fry.
I was disgusted then too, I was disturbed that there was NO sign of mold WHATSOEVER on this fry. It didn't even attract lint to it, no in a car full of carpet, WHY did it not have lint on it? I'd hate to think what it does to your stomach and the acids that try and break food down. And just think, I had french fries two days in a row. No wonder it feels like I have a gut bomb.
These fries are like tanks. You wanna kill off a civilization, send in McDonalds french fries.
Mom said she wanted whatever burger had mayonnaise on it, which I ordered and of course supersized. The only reason I did that was because I only wanted the french fries ~ hey, I've been a good girl diet wise ~ why not splurge. Besides, my mom was gonna want some fries too.
Anyway, as I sat there stuffing my face with french fries, halfway thru my meal I feel that gross gut bomb feeling that I always feel after eating fast food. Sadly, I ignored it and kept eating.
Today, mom tells me she has to work late again today. So again my dad and I head to McDonalds, again I order my fries. Today after I ate my fries and ketchup, I feel disgusting. It's almost like that movie that came out years ago: Super Size Me where Morgan Spurlock barfed out his car window after eating at McDonalds, except I didn't. I felt like I wanted to though.
I really miss eating and cooking with Manuel.
I gotta also comment on that 'healthy' menu option they have. If you know what I'm talking about, it's the granny smith and red apples with the yogurt, grapes and walnuts. My dad opened up his fruit, ate it slowly. I sat there watching his apples. After about 20 minutes I said aloud 'Ok seriously, WHY is this fruit not turning brown?' My mom gave me a funny look, looked at the apples then she too wondered the same thing aloud.
Being a cook, you know that most of the time in order to stop any fruit from browning, you just pour a little citrus on it and that works fine. However it STILL turns brown. These apples never changed colors. Something is WRONG. I swear when I die, those apples are still gonna be sitting in my tummy.
Kinda reminds me of this one time last year, I decided to clean out my car and under my car seat I found a, can you guess, a McDonalds french fry. You will not believe me unless I had pix, but I don't this time sorry. Anyway, this fry, I kid you not, looked EXACTALLY as it did the day I ordered it. This was LONG after I swore off McDonalds, and Teresa and I stopped eating in my car at least five years prior to me finding this miracle french fry.
I was disgusted then too, I was disturbed that there was NO sign of mold WHATSOEVER on this fry. It didn't even attract lint to it, no in a car full of carpet, WHY did it not have lint on it? I'd hate to think what it does to your stomach and the acids that try and break food down. And just think, I had french fries two days in a row. No wonder it feels like I have a gut bomb.
These fries are like tanks. You wanna kill off a civilization, send in McDonalds french fries.
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