So, in addition to Caffeine Free Coke, I have another addiction: McDonald's cheeseburgers.
Remember the wind storm? What that hurricane with the I-name came up through Texas and didn't stop and kept right on up through the midwest bringing 50-mph winds and destruction? I was pregnant, and sleeping on the couch when the chimney on the roof of my apartment building landing on the ground. I woke up craving McDonald's. So I went driving around (the wind was gone) to find the only McDonalds in the tri-state area that still had power. Sat in the drive-thru for an hour. Have I mentioned I was pregnant?
The morning I found out I was having a girl? McDonalds.
Every morning for the last week before I went into the hospital? McDonalds. Hmm, wonder why my blood pressure would have been up.
On the corner of the campus where I now teach? McDonalds. Every day for lunch for the entire fall semester last year? McDonalds.
I have read the book The Ten Trusts, written by Jane Goodall and a canine behaviorist Mark something-or-other. (Bekoff. Got it when I went to get the amazon link.) When she started getting close to talking about slaughterhouses, I politely skipped to the next chapter.
I understand that animals die to make hamburgers. I understand that animals die to make my McDonalds hambugers. I just like to politely overlook that fact and keep eating my cheeseburgers thankyouverymuch. I don't like to handle raw meat, so I no longer purchase or cook meat. I eat it sometimes if someone else cooks it for me, but at home it's veggies and grains. But then, the craving begins, and I find myself in line at McDonalds.
My friends all went through the phase where they posted the link on facebook about what's really in your McDonalds hamburger. I just scrolled right on past. Yes, I imagine that at the heart of it, McDonalds is really gross. I'd rather not know the details.
But then, when reading through some comments on a blog post somewhere, some stupid shit said "it's like that story about how McDonalds hamburgers are all hooves and skin and parts they can't put in anything else, and it's so gross they have to clean it with ammonia before making it into hamburgers."
Oh. My. Gawd.
I read it before I realized what I was reading.
And then it was too late.
The damage was done.
I think about it every time I drive past (which is often three times in a day). I think about it every time I want a cheeseburger.
Monday I caved. Two cheeseburger extra value meal. Yes, it tastes exactly like you would expect hooves and skin soaked in ammonia and then seasoned to sortof taste like nothing to taste like. I couldn't finish it. I felt sick. Tuesday I went through the drive thru and bought chicken nuggets. Much less satisfying, and I couldn't finish those. Yesterday I went through the drive thru and just bought coffee.
This is horrible. I can't stop thinking about how many times I've eaten hooves and skin soaked in ammonia. And how badly I want to eat a McDonalds cheeseburger without thinking about hooves and skin soaked in ammonia.
Life as I know it has ended.