French Fried Burritos
So I never got around to making that Super Bowl XL prediction, but I assure you I would have gone with Heinz over Starbucks just because, you know, caffeine is good but only in small doses at the right time. Ketchup, though, is right for any occasion and don’t, under any circumstances skimp out on it. Besides, how often does the belle of the ball win on her first invitation to the dance?
Speaking of that, (ketchup, not belles of the ball), tonight marked an historic1 moment for me in my fabled eating career. For the last couple of days I’ve been craving french fries but haven’t really had the opportunity to go out and fetch me some. Tonight I planned on stopping by Moe’s before headin over to get Lost in HDTV at the Collinses so I decided to knock out two cravings with one … err stone? Anyway, I stopped by the local Wendy’s establishment (by the way, Wendy’s, I’m still pretty mad about your fuzzy menu math) to combat that french fry craving. So yeah, that means I had chips and burrito with a french fry appetizer this evening. I have to admit it’s kind of encouraging to see that I still have some of the ole garbage disposal magic. I thought the glory days of 6 hot dogs (with bun) and a box of macaroni and cheese were fading off into the sunset.
1 This has always bothered me. Yes “an” is appropriate here but it sounds so pretentious. “Buffy had an historic match of tennis today. I do say I was quite proud of her. She handled herself magnificantly”.