For my Mom, it's a Whopper with everything, or a McD's vanilla soft-serve ice cream cone.
For me, it's the Hardee's Frisco Burger, and a Wendy's chocolate Frosty. Oh, and curly fries from somewhere. And I drank a lot of Pepsi around that time, too. Was I a chunker? Totally.
Now I would just like to mention that I can do one-legged body-weight squats to the floor. And? I can perform both pullups and chinups. And? I weigh 129 lbs. Thank you! I no longer eat Frisco Burgers and chocolate Frosties. But today I'm thinking about how they tasted. Fast food nostalgia is so...weirdly vivid. Fat must make a deep impression on the brain and taste-buds, jeez. Like eating those profiteroles as a five-year old...and deifying chocolate profiteroles with ice cream stuffing since then.
Not so with Mom's favorite: banana's flambé. Pass! I'd like to keep my fillings IN my teeth, thank you.
