subtle revolution

"There are two kinds of revolutionists, as of most things- a good kind and a bad. The bad revolutionists destroy conventions by appealing to fads- fashions that are newer than conventions. The good do it by appealing to facts that are older than conventions." (G.K. Chesterton)

20 September 2006

breakfast

I believe it is possible that the Egg McMuffin may have been sent down to this earth by the very hand of God Almighty. Like eggs benedict "to-go," but without the hollandaise sauce (because that would be far too messy and therefore not able to be "to-go"). Its goodness is a favorite for many. The egg quite nearly smiles at you and beckons you to arise from your slumber for an early morning rendezvous. It is delicious. Simply delicious.



The only thing that could remotely compare to the delectable goodness of the McMuffin is the McGriddle. Like little superheroes (the PowerPuff Girls of breakfast, some may say) with tiny capes of cheese, these breakfast sandwiches swooped in on the scene to save fast-food breakfast from succumbing to the fate of being replaced by hack rip-offs purchased at convenience stores or in the grocer's freezer section. Now, McGriddle is the upstart... the new kid on the block, if you will... but it has undoubtedly left an indelible mark upon the fast-paced world of breakfast sandwiches. Not to mention the fact that it has left an indelible mark upon my physique.



Yet there is one other item that has won favor in this man's eyes. Yes, another menu item... the Deluxe Big Breakfast. The DBB, as I call it, is not for any ol' day. NO! The DBB should be reserved for truly special occasions such as a road trip to see family in Indiana, or the celebration of your favorite team winning a game, or a Festivus celebration, or Wednesday- I think you get the point. DBB is special and deserves to be treated as such.

I know, I know... you're asking,
"Gregg, where does it all end? Is there any end to this madness?"

I say to you, "Dear friends, countrymen, fellow early-eaters of this great land- Yes, there is an end to this madness. There is an end to the revelling in morning delights. There is an end to the Hot Cakes yummy goodness in my tum-tum tummy. That end is at approximately 10:30 AM every day with no exceptions."
Sorrow washes over this great land at 10:30. Sorrow and pain... and hunger, which may be a pain by-product.

posted by Gregg @ 8:16 AM  

2 Comments:

  • At 20/9/06 10:17 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Micky D's may taste great but unhealthy for you. Remember the movie "Supersize me"?

     

  • At 28/9/06 1:58 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Oh my friend, you need to discover the joys of healthful eating...or at least the virtues of the "breakfast of champions" -- Poptarts! no artery clogging cholestoral in them, just lots of transfats and a shelf life that can outlive a cockroach!

    Ah, the joys of simple living!
    Dm

     

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