It’s true. Every now & then I eat fast food. Every now & then I *love* to eat fast food. I suspect that you do too, although maybe you don’t admit it so freely. Or maybe you shout it from the rooftops. I gleefully share even my fast food odysseys with the world. They are part of who I am. Regardless of the reaction this may elicit from others. This past couple of weeks have been difficult. Stressful and filled with tears. It’s been a week under siege – akin to doing ten rounds with Mike Tyson. Or maybe Mohamed Ali. Yeah, like that. It’s times like that when I turn full-tilt to comfort; and I find {some} fast food a comfort.
First up was Panda Express. I’d never been, but I wanted to go because Brianna wanted me to, and since I love Brianna more than most things in this world, I didn’t need any other reason. I am sad Brianna lives too far away to have come with me. Panda Express is Brianna’s favorite Chinese food. Fast, yes. Cheap, yes. As good as most Chinese I’ve had in the US, yes. It was the perfect plate of fast, cheap, tasty, filling comfort food before heading to the movies with Nancy. Don’t tell me you’ve never done that. And enjoyed it. 
Then there was Pizza Hut. By Thursday night I was so exhausted I was actually day-dreaming about a Personal Deep Pan Hawaiian Luau pizza from Pizza Hut while I was still hammering away at the office. So I stopped in on the way home. It was awesome. So awesome I downed one & was back begging for more. Two pizzas. If you’ve never done that, I highly recommend it. Not all the time, of course. Just in an emergency. I’ll only do it when things get really tough. Then it totally hits the spot. And the gal who served me made me feel like a million dollars, and I can tell you I really needed that. 
I’m done with fast food for a while now, but I’m glad they exist – they definitely have a place in my world.
