So this morning, I committed a gastronomical sin. Epicurean blasphemy. Politician level hypocrisy.
I went to McDonald's and order a sausage, egg, and cheese McGriddle.
And it was DELICIOUS.
And now I'm hungry again, craving another, and completely ashamed. [Wow, when I fall of the wagon, I fall HARD]
You see, I haven't actually eaten at McDonald's for almost two solid years [with the exception of this past February, but I was driving back from Georgia and that's where my mom stopped so it was eat there or wait another 8 hours for a meal--and yes I had a McGriddle]. I've also been working on a post that chronicles the evils of the fast food industry and how they target minority and/or low income communities. And McDonald's is at the top of my list of evil "establishments". oh the hypocrisy. [Actually it doesn't feel that bad, maybe I'll try my hand at politics one day (as soon as control my urges to throw things at lying, arrogant, gas bags)]
But see right what had happened was...I did laundry at my sister's house last night. I didn't get there till almost 9pm.[its the poodle's fault!] Didn't stop running up and down the basement steps with bags full of clothing till 3 am. And didn't leave her house till after 8am. So after spending the night on her couch, all while trying to stop the poodle from crying incessantly outside of her bedroom door, I was TIRED and HUNGRY and WEAK with lustful desire for that sweet salty concoction of chemicals and by-products in a sandwich. And knowing that I still had to drag my 341 pounds of laundry, the poodle, and my un-showered self home to get ready for work by 10am, I gave in to my deepest darkest desire.
But after it all I didn't die. and I think that if I want a McGriddle every now and then, then dammit I'm going to have one! [I'm still a little bit sad that the addiction to greasy McDonald's breakfast food still courses through my veins]
And yes I'm still going to post in whenever I'm done with.
Because, even though that damn sandwich was tasty enough to get a "scrumptious sandwiches" label, I still loathe the institution as a whole, and No, I'm Not Lovin' It.
Budah bop-F*ck that