I love McDonalds! There, I said it. The most politically incorrect food statement imaginable. I\u2019ve been hiding it. Afraid to admit that their French fries are \u201cto die for,\u201d their Big Macs are transcendental and their prices are \u201cold coot\u201d friendly.<\/p>\n
Now mind you, I only consume two Big Macs a year, but they are there for me when the urge gets too strong to fight. When I just can\u2019t stop myself. That\u2019s not the case for their breakfast menu. I go for an old coot special nearly every week: a sausage McMuffin, hash brown and large coffee for under five bucks. And, how about that drive-in window on a bitter cold, winter morning or rain drenched summer afternoon? So convenient! And most of the time, so fast.<\/p>\n
I feel better now \u2013 I got it out in the open \u2013 I confessed. But, there\u2019s more. I love bread. Rye bread, Kaiser rolls, baguettes, Italian bread, and yes, evil white bread. No, it\u2019s not the same bread my mother sent me off on my bike every couple of days to pick up at our neighborhood grocery store. That bread was fresh and would turn hard in a day or two, more or less. No preservatives! I could never resist opening the package to pull a slice out of the middle and munch it down as I peddled back home, with the rest of the loaf hanging off my handlebars in a canvas drawstring sack. That must be where my weakness for processed wheat comes from. That, and the box of Wheaties on our breakfast table with Mickey Mantle staring at me as I ate.<\/p>\n
Oh sure, bread was different back then. Wheat and wheat processing has changed over the years but, people have changed too. Especially kids. We moved around more than kids do today; we ran, skipped, jumped, climbed trees, and played every game possible with a round ball. We fought cowboy and Indian wars with cap pistols in the woods. Our metabolisms were ramped up enough to devour those calories and keep the fat cells at bay. We didn\u2019t know that having fun was good for us. And, when we sat down to the dinner table, we were hungry. Starved! Oh that world before TV.<\/p>\n
Now I\u2019m old. I still move around, but not like I used to. And, I\u2019ve been marginalized because I\u2019m politically \u201cfood\u201d incorrect. I\u2019m just about finished with this revelation, this admission. I\u2019m going to put down my notebook and pen and go up to the counter to get my free, senior coffee refill and then come back and write a closing sentence. (One minute later) \u201cI love McDonalds!\u201d<\/p>\n
Complaints? Comments? send to \u2013 mlessler7@gmail.com.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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