Dan’s encouragement of my blogging was a mixture of amusement and a
genuine desire to see me start writing again. He knows how much I love it. The
laughter because it isn’t 2002. Yes, people still blog in 2013. You can call it
something else, but it’s still just putting your thoughts down and posting it on-line. What do I want my blog to be about? Why does it have to be about something?
It can be about everything, and today it’s going to be about
McDonald’s.
Logan and I just got back from an enjoyable lunch with my friend Donya
and her son Robey. I actually found something semi-nutritious that tasted
good. If I ever find myself at a McDonald’s again, I will be eating the southwest grilled chicken salad. I’m not one of those people that normally bash fast food. Most of it tastes so good, even if it does make me sick an hour later.
However, my sister told me something disturbing about chicken nuggets. And it might not be limited to McDonald’s, but I believe they are among the culprits. They aren’t real chicken meat; they are just made with chicken. Sounds like double speak to me, Big Brother. Does it mean the chicken is present when it is being put together? Or are the chickens part of the cooking process in their little aprons and chef
hats?
What it means is that they take all of the meat out, and then they grind everything that’s left up—beaks, bones, feathers, cartilage—until it’s this pink paste. Technically, it is made with chicken, just not the meat. It then gets covered in a breading mixture and fried up. This…is…disgusting! And we let our kids eat it, and many of us eat them. They don’t taste bad, and they are pretty cheap. But I would never serve chicken cartilage to my child! Although, when we stick it in a box, throw in a cheap plastic toy, and call it happy, they eat it up.
I’m grossed out...
upset by the deception.
If you want to serve that, fine! Just call it what it is please.
Do you want the 6, 9, or 12
piece Chicken McCarcass?