Thoughts while Traveling
3.02.2004
Last night my wife and I had BBQ Chicken Pizza from a locally owned restaurant near our house. Today I had the leftovers for lunch. I'm afraid because I like it. I never thought I would be one of those peopel that like BBQ Chicken pizza. It's a hybrid of two foods that I enjoy very much. I especially adore BBQ chicken when the sauce is superb. But the two together? C'mon!
What is it all about? Why can't I enjoy such a concoction guilt-free? Maybe it's because of what it represents: Lazy Americanism. We have to put two things together so you can have them simultaneously in order to save money/effort/time.
Look at the spork, for instance. Is it so hard to have a spoon and a fork? And the spraw... ok, I like the spraw. But it's functional! You get too much of just the juice out of the Icee with just a straw. And the spraw helps you get the dregs of the Icee that cling to the bottom reaches of the cup. You can tap the junk all day- but it ain't coming out- and you can give yourself a deviated septum in the process. No one wants that.
And what about the pancake sausage corndog? (Corndog by classification only- not ingredients. Essentially... it's on a stick.) Ok, I like these as well... but against my better judgement! I should just have pancakes and sausages if that's what I want. But no, we have to put them together in the same package- and what's worse- on a stick!
And now I have developed a taste for BBQ chicken pizza... (sigh)... I just don't know what to think.
I enjoy having dinner with my wife. She's the best.
What is it all about? Why can't I enjoy such a concoction guilt-free? Maybe it's because of what it represents: Lazy Americanism. We have to put two things together so you can have them simultaneously in order to save money/effort/time.
Look at the spork, for instance. Is it so hard to have a spoon and a fork? And the spraw... ok, I like the spraw. But it's functional! You get too much of just the juice out of the Icee with just a straw. And the spraw helps you get the dregs of the Icee that cling to the bottom reaches of the cup. You can tap the junk all day- but it ain't coming out- and you can give yourself a deviated septum in the process. No one wants that.
And what about the pancake sausage corndog? (Corndog by classification only- not ingredients. Essentially... it's on a stick.) Ok, I like these as well... but against my better judgement! I should just have pancakes and sausages if that's what I want. But no, we have to put them together in the same package- and what's worse- on a stick!
And now I have developed a taste for BBQ chicken pizza... (sigh)... I just don't know what to think.
I enjoy having dinner with my wife. She's the best.
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