Years ago I took my sister’s sons out with my own children. The venue I chose had bowling, skating, laser tag, rides and video games. I knew it would be a big hit. For dinner I ordered burgers all around. Our order took a while, but it was worth the wait. The buns were soft and fresh, the patties thick and juicy. They came open-faced, piled high with fresh lettuce, ripe tomato, onion, cheddar and pickles. Bottles of catsup, mustard and mayo were close at hand. My nephews stared at their meals for a moment or two. Finally the younger one said, “McDonald’s doesn’t make them like this.” His older brother asked, “What’s with all the salad?” Then he added, “This is the stupidest burger I ever saw.” The moral, I suppose, is that one man’s meat is another man’s poison. A timely thought for National Junk Food Day. So...what’s YOUR poison?
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