Mommy I think I hurt myself.
No – I didn’t stub my big toe or drop a brick on my head.
Before I tell you what I just did – first a primer about me.
I’ve never smoked a cigarette.
I’ve never had a drink of liquor.
Not once.
Likewise neither coffee nor tea have parsed these lips.
I am not perfect – although in my ego I’d like to think I am working on it.
No – my weakness is food and tonight I just had one of the greatest cheeseburgers ever constructed.
The outfit is called “Fat Cow” (don’t laugh) and I just stopped by their outlet in the Robinson’s Galleria here in Cebu. I knew before I walked in that I was going to shoot my bad cholesterol into outer darkness but I didn’t care.
I plucked down my hard earned pesos and purchased not one – but two – Notorious B.I.G.s.
The Fat Cow staff carefully crafts each and every burger. They are the “anti-McDonald’s” which worldwide pumps out an assembly line of “food”.
Instead they start by slowly assembling this B.I.G. with a hand-sliced, warm wheat bun, the top covered in dark sesame seeds followed, of course, by the burger … a blend of local and imported sirloin.
Cooked well done.
Sans dressing.
The B.I.G. is then topped with thick slices of lettuce, tomatoes, onion and mozzarella cheese.
You cannot imagine in your wildest dreams how really great this burger, with the accompanied onion rings, tasted.
Wondrous.
Is it silly of me to give such praise to a simple burger?
I don’t think so.
Given the fact that I have also sworn off all candy and chocolate, taking great care to read all printed labels of processed (non soda) drinks. Anything with 30g of sugar or more is never placed in my shopping cart.
But since you can only starve yourself for so long one or two of these Notorious B.I.G.s probably won’t kill me.
And it’s not like I woof down these massive burgers every day.
Tomorrow I shall faithfully and slowly consume a freshly made salad of lettuce, fresh tomatoes, and three hardboiled eggs and topped with cashew nuts.
I still yearn for a Milky Way candy bar in a way you, Dear Reader, may never understand. It doesn’t mean if you put one in front of me, I would have the willpower not to consume it.
Maybe it would be okay just to smell it.
I love food and all the richness the culinary palate offers.
And I think you too would be as hypnotized as I am when you bite down on a Notorious B.I.G.
Just save a few onion rings for me.
