Slow Thoughts About Fast Food

My relationship with fast-food then and now

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my feet follow the smoke signal
value meals galore —
fried, crispy carbs

My love affair with fast food began much like anyone else’s in America: As a child opening a Happy Meal box from McDonald’s and playing with the prize toy after eating small fries and nuggets. I loved McDonalds so much I had a dream one time that I had boxes and boxes of nuggets floating by me and all the sweet and sour sauce a girl could ever ask for(this was way before the 20 piece box).

There was an endless supply of sauce in my dream — I wonder if that is why they are stingy with the sauce now. Either way, my childhood joys were almost nearly connected to food, but specifically fast food. Slow, lazy days, of eating crispy shoestring fries with family on weekends.

It didn’t stop there.

There was a time when dad didn’t have his little black car. I remember that car: something exploded from the hood one day, and the flames licked up in the Summer sky, making the atmosphere hotter.

Dad bought us bikes the Christmas before, so he and I had our bikes, my little sister sometimes didn’t have hers. During those hot days without a car, we went to nearby fast food places like…