It's been a day of fast food. This morning Helena and I ate a cooked breakfast. Well, all right, we shared a tin of baked beans and sausages.
Then Helena wanted to go to McDonald's for lunch. We don't go very often, maybe once a month or less. It was a nice day, so we walked the 2 miles or so. She always has a "fillet-o-fish" with fries, and I always have a Big Mac.
There's something I've always wondered. Maybe one of my American readers can help me out. Why do they call them "big"? In the US, this word when used to describe food usually means that you're not going to manage to eat it all in one or two sittings, and that if you intend to try, you should first check your medical insurance is good and book an ambulance. Yet the total amount of meat in a "Big Mac" is less than a quarter-pounder.
Personally, I prefer BK's Double Whopper - the burger actually appears to be made of beef and you also get real bits of vegetable and pickle. Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately for my health), the nearest Burger King is in the middle of town, so I only tend to go there occasionally. Like yesterday at about 10.40 am, after I'd been to get my hair cut.
I developed a taste for burgers as a student - I don't think I'd ever really eaten them up till then. I was living opposite "The Canadian Charcoal Pit" (I think they were Iranians or something), which did great burgers. Though I'm sorry to say that a few of them that were eaten on top of far too much beer didn't stay down for long.
Anyway, while we were eating our nutritious lunch, Helena mentioned "Supersize me". "He's an idiot," I said, "what did he think was going to happen to him if ate nothing but fast food for a month?" I shouldn't criticise too much, as I haven't seen the film. As I understand it, a healthy fit guy stops exercising and goes on a diet of 3 McDonald's meals a day for a month, puts on weight and feels like shit. This hardly seems earth-shattering.
This evening, I've just had a tin of meatballs and microwavable rice. I had to have an early meal (4pm), because all this talk of food was making me hungry. Now I feel full and will have to stop writing before I start feeling ill.
Oh well, that's it for my weekend of indulgence. Back to healthy microwaved ready-meals next week...