My recent post about Why Your Workout Isn’t Working prompted a funny chain of comments on Facebook, which I totally enjoyed. Most of them related bad food favorites, and McDonald’s was named in the very first comment (Hi, Greg!).
Sigh. I love MickeyD’s french fries more than any other fast food french fries. And back when the Husband and I were vegetarians we would, once in a while, drop into a McDonald’s for the sole purpose of indulging in these. It was a rare treat, though, and mostly we made “french fries” at home, although of course we didn’t fry them.
After the First (pictured above) was born, outings to any restaurant or fast food place were so rare that they really stood out in his memory, and were the source of endless rapture and recollection. He didn’t know any of the places by name; instead he remembered them by the food he’d experienced there. One shivery January when he was just about to turn 5 years old, I recorded this little comment, imparted with a deep sigh and some consternation, that he made to a visiting friend of ours:
“You know those french fries they have at the french fry place? I like those… One time we made french fries at home but they were made out of potatoes.”
You can kinda see his frustration, can’t you?
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He was such a funny baby! It just makes me want to hug him!!