Double Down

If there was a hall of fame for fast food the Bic Mac would be the first entry. Of course it would; it has song written about it for crying out loud. In the days of royalty, swords, deadly plagues, constant mud, the repressive church, bathing one day a year, being lucky to live to the age of fifty, ( you know, the good old days) if you had a song written about you, then you became a legend. If you went to a place where a song had been sung about you then you were you received a hero's greeting. With a song, you were feared, respected, and appreciated. If the Big Mac would be deemed illegal it would still live on in the hearts and minds of many Americans because of the damn catchy jingle. Well, a new rookie has come on the scene to challenge the king. In my first post I declared the sandwich as the superior food. What KFC has presented here has made me question that assessment. I think this may be an abuse of the sandwich's power. With great power comes great responsibility, and if this was a baseball player it would be Barry Bonds. Not skinny and quick Barry Bonds, but the huge, bloated, kick your ass for looking at him wrong, and hit homeruns clear out of the park Barry Bonds. This "sandwich," if you can call it that, needs to be tested for steroids, or at least brought in front of congress for questioning. I guess it fits all the requirements for a sandwich. No actual bread, but it does have breaded chicken, and things squeezed between them, bacon, cheese, things you might find in a sandwich. But don't you just get heartburn and gassy just from looking at it? People have called burgers from Hardees, and burritos from Taco Bell heart attacks waiting to happen, but the Double Down is a heart explosion waiting to happen. Someone may die from this thing.... So, I tried it. And, I think its safe to call it a sandwich. I would not recommend having more than one a month, if you dare. It tastes, well, it tastes how you would think it would taste, fried chicken with bacon and cheese. You know at Watchers we talked about how sometimes you need to ask yourself is what your eating worth it. Is it worth the regret, guilt, and not mention the bodily function effects, to have those few minutes of enjoyment. I asked myself that as I consumed the packaged tachycardia and my brain responded, "Shut up and be a man!" So, this whole thing about asking myself is it worth it is not working for me anymore. My want is defeating my better judgment. I have to focus the future from now on, instead of the very present.

I did have one great revelation from experiencing KFC's myocardial infarction. Among the very few ingredients in the coronary thrombosis in a wrapper was a sauce, a very tasty sauce. I thought to myself, "you know what else has a special sauce, a Big Mac." What's so special about a sauce? A sauce changes the taste of whatever you're having. When I was young and I didn't like the taste of whatever meat I was having, which occurred more often than not, I would drown it in ketchup, the simplest of sauces. To this day, I don't like roast beef, meat loaf, or sloppy joes. However, you throw a good sauce on anyone of those that kill their normal taste, I would happily consume any of them. So, to enjoy food that's good for you, filling foods perhaps, maybe all one needs is a good sauce. Hell, salsa improves almost anything.

I still haven't managed to get my bike ready to ride to and from work. I think that will be my goal this week. With the days getting nicer and nicer, it makes no sense to drive that short distance.