Eat Your Food, Don't Look At It

Sometimes, food is meant to just be eaten and not viewed.

In my hurry to get to work late this morning, I grabbed a round foil ball out of the fridge for breakfast. Inside that ball was a two-day-old breakfast burrito from Sonic. For those of you who don't know what "Sonic" is, I'll try to describe it for you. Imagine what McDonald's would be like if it was cleaner and had better service and all varieties of milkshakes. And lettuce. That's Sonic.

Anyway, I grossly (if that is a word) heated up my buried in the microwave while waiting for my coffee and wrapped it back in the foil for the trek back to my desk. (No, I didn't put the foil in the microwave. That would have destroyed the building.)

After downing my hi-octane latte, I unwrapped the breakfast entree. The smell wafted from it's crumpled metal trappings. Unfortunately, I took a look at it and was surprised to see that the grease used to cook everything inside had permeated everything contained in the burrito. At this point, there is so much grease that you could almost see through the food. No doubt, the high cholesterol, ultra-hyper-untrans-uberfatty acid grease that makes your hair fall out and leeches nutrients out of your bones.

I ate it anyway. Who needs vitamins. I'm hungry.