a huge greasy one. with bacon. and fries. and a drink.
But I don't really eat beef. I have a bit lately. I've had huge cravings for protein. Which only means I'm not eating enough protein. Ok. I'll refocus my efforts on getting a bit more protein.
But in the meantime I wanted a hamburger.
And after an it-almost-didn't-happen swing through the drive-thru…
Hi there. What can I get for you?
A #5 please.
What size do you want your combo?
Medium (it's better than the large. indulge does not mean stuffed-enough-to-roll-me-out-the-door)
What would you like to drink?
Dr. Pepper please. (mmmmmm)
Ok I'll see you at the window.
I snagged up my paper bag of yummy indulgence. One whiff of those 'natural cut' fries and I couldn't keep my hand out of the bag. One snatch after another of awesomely-greasy-overly-salted-incredibly-yummy fries.
This is the ultimate comfort food. Well, second to those of the mashed variety.
You see, I've never been a good dieter. I like to think I pay pretty good attention to what my body is telling me. Which is why I steer clear of the steer. (hee hee hee) (ok sorry) I believe that the best diet is one borne of common sense and smart choices. my motto? Everything in moderation.
Which means I don't deprive myself of something I crave. I just don't over indulge. (hence the medium combo instead of the extra large one.)
The other thing about this is that hamburgers take me back to a simpler time. Especially when Collective Soul comes on the radio.
Yep. I ate my handfuls of overly salted fries and sang along to Collective Soul. And it took me back.
The sad part about all of this? I couldn't finish the hamburger.
Because when she asked if I wanted a single or a double… I got a double.
And you better roll me out the door because I'm stuffed.
But that might be because I drank all of the bubbly goodness that is Dr. Pepper. Not even an ice cube left in the cup.