I’ll be dining at Chick-fil-A all this week, cholesterol-be-damned.
Just be careful with the breaded chicken; breading is flour, which is the bad stuff (along with sugar). The potatoes are pretty bad for you too. But baked or grilled chicken (skin on too) will do just fine.
Titus,
be careful some guy doesn’t try to kiss you to make a point.
Day 1: I’ve enjoyed consumed a spicy chicken sandwich deluxe — a breaded chicken strip with a slice of pepper jack cheese on tomato, lettuce and pickle in a plain white-bread bun. I’ve concluded that the form of this entrée was suggested by the ingredients – whatever was laying around the pantry — rather than any a priori design goal: happenstance, not committee. However, that does not explain why such a cacophony of flavors would be constructed more than once. This bears further investigation.
I broke-up the experience with some waffle fries – like a tortured prisoner who receives the lash between hot-iron brandings, it was a welcome experience only by contrast. Consumed with the traditional “ketchup”, America’s Sweet-and-sour sauce, the vinegar-and-sugar did clash with everything on my tray, but it helped to clean my palette which was heavy with oil and bad conscience.
I have survived the night.
I shall return.
But when will the low-carb fad finally pass?
The day sugar becomes healthy.
The tough part about gaining weight is it not only affects you physically it affects you mentally and emotionally. Society can be cruel when it comes to this scenerio. I personally have several friends who are currently overweight. I can personally say I love them despite societies views and opinions. A site i go to view reviews of weight loss is http://harrisreviews.com. I remember when I was 30lbs overweight and the way I was treated. Not cool.
Day 2: I return to the Strip-mall of Iniquity to resume my one-man crusade. Existing my car, I pass the “Five Guys”. The aroma of grilled beef slows my stride for a moment, but then I figure: any place with a name like that is clearly batting for the other team.
I enter the Chick-fil-a, and the cashier greets me like a regular – the same girl from yesterday. She clearly recognizes me. How can she not? — I stick-out like a sore thumb in this place! She must know I’m not a regular, that my repeated visit is no coincidence. Then the terror grips me — could she divine my dark purpose?
My heart starts to pound like the guilty narrator of that Poe story. Quickly, I try to regain my composure and casually survey the menu, the sweat starting to well in the furrows of my brow. I nervously blurt-out an order for a chicken strip salad. No – wait, what an absurd item! She’ll never believe you just wandered in here for breaded chicken strips on a mother%$king salad! Preposterous! That’ll tip my hand! But it’s too late – she rings me up, and I pay for it – pay anything to get out of there! To go, please, I’m in a hurry, thank you!
I’ll be dining at Chick-fil-A all this week, cholesterol-be-damned.
Just be careful with the breaded chicken; breading is flour, which is the bad stuff (along with sugar). The potatoes are pretty bad for you too. But baked or grilled chicken (skin on too) will do just fine.
Titus,
be careful some guy doesn’t try to kiss you to make a point.
Day 1: I’ve
enjoyedconsumed a spicy chicken sandwich deluxe — a breaded chicken strip with a slice of pepper jack cheese on tomato, lettuce and pickle in a plain white-bread bun. I’ve concluded that the form of this entrée was suggested by the ingredients – whatever was laying around the pantry — rather than any a priori design goal: happenstance, not committee. However, that does not explain why such a cacophony of flavors would be constructed more than once. This bears further investigation.I broke-up the experience with some waffle fries – like a tortured prisoner who receives the lash between hot-iron brandings, it was a welcome experience only by contrast. Consumed with the traditional “ketchup”, America’s Sweet-and-sour sauce, the vinegar-and-sugar did clash with everything on my tray, but it helped to clean my palette which was heavy with oil and bad conscience.
I have survived the night.
I shall return.
But when will the low-carb fad finally pass?
The day sugar becomes healthy.
The tough part about gaining weight is it not only affects you physically it affects you mentally and emotionally. Society can be cruel when it comes to this scenerio. I personally have several friends who are currently overweight. I can personally say I love them despite societies views and opinions. A site i go to view reviews of weight loss is http://harrisreviews.com. I remember when I was 30lbs overweight and the way I was treated. Not cool.
Day 2: I return to the Strip-mall of Iniquity to resume my one-man crusade. Existing my car, I pass the “Five Guys”. The aroma of grilled beef slows my stride for a moment, but then I figure: any place with a name like that is clearly batting for the other team.
I enter the Chick-fil-a, and the cashier greets me like a regular – the same girl from yesterday. She clearly recognizes me. How can she not? — I stick-out like a sore thumb in this place! She must know I’m not a regular, that my repeated visit is no coincidence. Then the terror grips me — could she divine my dark purpose?
My heart starts to pound like the guilty narrator of that Poe story. Quickly, I try to regain my composure and casually survey the menu, the sweat starting to well in the furrows of my brow. I nervously blurt-out an order for a chicken strip salad. No – wait, what an absurd item! She’ll never believe you just wandered in here for breaded chicken strips on a mother%$king salad! Preposterous! That’ll tip my hand! But it’s too late – she rings me up, and I pay for it – pay anything to get out of there! To go, please, I’m in a hurry, thank you!