My love of food is constantly at odds with my level of focus throughout the workday. I’m usually basically in the middle of something at 11:30 when the hunger pangs start. If there was a cash slot in my desk which, come lunchtime, would allow me to feed in a five dollar bill in exchange for immediate hunger banishment, I’d do that four times a week (we have free lunch on Fridays).
Way back in 2009, I had begun regularly resorting to the next-closest thing to the Magical Lincoln Lunch Slot (short of bringing lunch to work, which requires actual foresight): a quick drive-thru at Wendy’s to buy the Trinity (DoubleStack With Cheese, Spicy Chicken Sandwich, Junior Cheeseburger Deluxe, Medium Coke, $5.20 with tax, always eaten in that order). I even had the timing down to where I would finish the Junior Cheeseburger Deluxe right as I pulled back into the parking lot.
However: I am sure you also think that the fact that I’ve named a meal at Wendy’s — nay, a whole routine — is a pretty bad sign. I agree heartily. So, I decided to declare Twenty Ten as the start of a new way of eating: no fast food, no national chains, beer and liquor only on the weekends, and no Coke (except with barbecue, because I love America). Drastic, I knooooooow! I’m basically Jenny McCarthy over here.
So, given my brave new outlook on Food And Therefore Life, it’s only appropriate that I christen the Food section of PropCal with this probably disgusting shipment of four Burger King branded snack foods mailed to me as a Christmas present by my (obviously prescient) sister. She either knew I would need content for a blog one day, or she’s trying to kill me. (Or, both?)
So, has Burger King revolutionized bagged starches? Are Ketchup & Fries Flavored Potato Snacks the new Actual Ketchup And Fries? These questions answered, and more! Psychologically prepare yourself, and then read on, my friend!