Sure, we indulge in fast food. McDonald’s, Burger King, Dairy Queen—you name it.
“Are we headed to the king, the queen, or the golden arches?” That’s how my friends and I would decide where to grab a bite after soccer practice or a long day at the library. After hours of poring over microfiche, hunger would strike.
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Fast Food: A Rare Treat
Fast food was a rare treat in my childhood, a delightful deviation from our usual meals of spaghetti and casseroles. My mom was a Pyrex aficionado, but every so often, I would savor the joy of a flame-grilled burger and crispy fries. I got a bit carried away during McDonald’s Monopoly promotions—did you know you could snag a free small drink or fries with every hash brown? The hash brown was the real prize.
Grandparents and Fast Food Adventures
Although trips to these fast food joints were infrequent, my grandparents’ visits brought a steady stream of indulgence. When they stayed with us for a week, my parents would often be away, granting me a taste of freedom. I’d eagerly await their arrival in their old Chevy pickup, my grandpa looking as classic as ever in his plaid shirt and faded jeans while my grandma donned her pastel pants.
With my parents out of the picture, my grandma and I made nightly trips to Burger King. No shame in our game—we always ordered the same: a Whopper for her and chicken tenders with sweet and sour sauce for me, sharing a side of fries. We’d settle into our plastic booth, unwrapping our takeout like treasures.
This woman, who meticulously preserved her own garden’s harvest in jars back in Oklahoma and cooked catfish with her secret batter, found joy in these fast food outings too. We’d happily sip Cokes and enjoy meals that could probably survive a nuclear event. During those dinners, I’d share tales from school—the friends who were kind during recess and the ones who weren’t. I’d confide about the creek fishing that never quite matched her lake, or the nightmares of intruders. She listened, munching away and holding my hand as we returned to the truck, even though I had long outgrown that gesture.
Lessons from the Past
Maybe it was her experience during the Depression that made her appreciate the value of a good fast food meal. Perhaps she wanted a break from cooking in her own kitchen or navigating the unfamiliar grocery stores nearby. Whatever the reason, those fast food escapades were our escape from the daily grind. We didn’t worry about calories or sodium; we simply enjoyed our time together.
Fast Food in My Family Today
I know healthy eating is important, and we prioritize it at home. But my twins had their first hot dog at a Sonic drive-in, thrilled by the carhop on skates. My oldest son, who has special needs, learned to chew his first French fry at McDonald’s. While I cherish home-cooked meals and farmer’s market finds, there’s undeniable value in those fast food moments too.
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Conclusion
In summary, fast food holds a special place in my memories, not just as a guilty pleasure but as a connection with my family. While we strive for healthier meals, those nostalgic moments at Burger King and McDonald’s are cherished experiences that remind us of the joy in simplicity.