Even though
I enjoy cooking and prefer a homemade meal, I must say that I do like fast food. Sometimes I crave it. In fact, on occasion I’ll get a taste for
something stuck in my head and can’t focus on anything else until I’ve eaten
it. I’m like my neurotic Chihuahua when
I pull out her favorite toy… gimme gimme gimme!!!!
When my
husband and I lived in Hawaii, I used to be tortured with the commercials for
Sonic. Yes, I enjoyed the local Hawaiian
fast-food-goodness of Zippy’s, and got to experience the deliciousness of Jack ‘n’
the Box (we both grew up where Ronald McDonald is king & Jack is nowhere to
be found), but the ice cream and drinks from the Sonic commercials haunted my
dreams.
Okay, that
last bit was a little dramatic, but I really did get semi-upset that I didn’t
have access to one.
When we were
moving back to the mainland, we joked that we were only going to move where
there was a Sonic. Of course, my
husband, being the intelligent and practical one in our marriage (I supply the spontaneous
excitement and goofiness), wouldn’t stick to the Sonic plan and moved us back
to where we grew up, the Chicago area.
