{"id":27,"date":"2007-08-18T09:17:31","date_gmt":"2007-08-18T13:17:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/timeoff.org\/wp-rp\/?p=27"},"modified":"2021-01-29T16:55:46","modified_gmt":"2021-01-29T21:55:46","slug":"fast-food-adventure","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.timeoff.org\/rick\/2007\/08\/18\/fast-food-adventure\/","title":{"rendered":"Fast Food Adventure"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>I haven&#8217;t eaten &#8220;fast food&#8221; in so many years now that I&#8217;ve simply forgotten exactly how long it&#8217;s been. Okay, technically that&#8217;s not quite true. I&#8217;ll eat the fries from time to time. <a title=\"McDonald's\" href=\"http:\/\/www.mcdonalds.com\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">McDonald&#8217;s<\/a> fries are the best. What can I say? Those yellow strings of potato, soaked in beef juice, fried and salted are pretty darned tasty. They&#8217;re different from the others. It must be that beef juice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>My avoidance began rather abruptly with a McDonald&#8217;s chicken sandwich. Maybe it was the mayo, maybe something else that had gone a bit bad. Whatever it was, it ravaged my digestive system for about four days. The most unfortunate thing was that those particular four days corresponded with a four-day weekend. When you mess with my four-day weekend there will be consequences. I swore the stuff off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But yesterday I broke my resolve.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>My wife and son had planned for a couple of days to have lunch at McDonald&#8217;s. She was off from work early, it was the day before my son&#8217;s birthday (he likes the stuff &#8211; as most young people do), and they invited me along if I could manage to get away. My plan was to grab a slice of pizza beforehand and have some fries and a coke while enjoying their company. But my business at the bank ran a little over and I was hungry. As we queued up I decided it couldn&#8217;t hurt &#8211; just this once &#8211; to have something more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The menu had changed a great deal since I last read it. The store wasn&#8217;t crowded so the girl behind the counter waited patiently. I opted for a rather large burger with mushrooms and Swiss cheese. Angus beef, the menu stated, a third of a freakin&#8217; pound. That&#8217;s a big burger! I added fries and a coke. (I had to dispense my own soda, too. Is that common these days?) Overkill, no doubt, but I figured it would be okay given how little of this kind of stuff I eat. Besides, I wanted to feel the effect, if any, that it would have on my system.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>After that burger I was no longer hungry. I wasn&#8217;t for the rest of the day. I burped and farted my way though the afternoon. I think I felt bloated, fatigued, but those around me said it was my imagination. Dinnertime came and went. My desire for food had been erased!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It&#8217;s the next morning as I write. I&#8217;ve got my usual pot of strong black coffee at my side. Usually breakfast would be on my mind. It&#8217;s not. I didn&#8217;t get sick from yesterday&#8217;s lapse. But I&#8217;m thinking it&#8217;ll be a long time before my next fast food adventure.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I haven&#8217;t eaten &#8220;fast food&#8221; in so many years now that I&#8217;ve simply forgotten exactly how long it&#8217;s been. Okay, technically that&#8217;s not quite true. I&#8217;ll eat the fries from time to time. McDonald&#8217;s fries are the best. What can I say? Those yellow strings of potato, soaked in beef juice, fried and salted are &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blog.timeoff.org\/rick\/2007\/08\/18\/fast-food-adventure\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Fast Food Adventure<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[4],"tags":[67],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.timeoff.org\/rick\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.timeoff.org\/rick\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.timeoff.org\/rick\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.timeoff.org\/rick\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.timeoff.org\/rick\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=27"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/blog.timeoff.org\/rick\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.timeoff.org\/rick\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=27"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.timeoff.org\/rick\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=27"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.timeoff.org\/rick\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=27"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}