I love a lot of things (RuPaul, CoverGirl Outlast, Layne Staley, hairdye) but near the top of my love list joined hand in hand are fast food and breakfast. My parents didn't teach me how to cook -- they taught me how to drive thru, and I respect that as a life lesson. I love fries, all day, all night, all the time. (Ranked Arby's, ChikFilA, Wendy's, Burger King, McD's in order of tastiness.) I am master and commander of the dollar menu. I know how to order cheaply with the least amount of post-traumatic-processed-food-stress nausea afterwards. These are life skills.
I know a handful of people who don't like/don't eat breakfast, and that bums me out because breakfast is so good. The best breakfast of all (short of like, something cooked at home, but I don't know anything about that) is drive-thru breakfast. Hardee's biscuits. The Egg McMuffin. Can we talk about the CroissanWich? During the week, I try to stick with bagels or rice or oatmeal or something I won't be regretful over later for breakfast, but the weekend will often find me (shamelessly) queued up in a drive-thru at 10am.
What I'm getting at is that I had a
CroissanWich and a giant Coke for breakfast and it's sitting in my stomach like pound of lead, but it was so good. I love you, CroissanWich.