Here’s how to cure your burger, chili dog, onion ring and fry addiction. Virtually my only fast food indulgence for months—though twice I went and had a burger to confirm that indeed, those make me feel like shit. But these only make me feel good.
Basic crunchy tacos. I’m sure other places have them too, but I never get more than the basic. Taco meat in the crunchy corn tortilla shell, iceberg lettuce, shredded cheddar. Pick your sauce from mild, hot, or fire (I do hot & fire).
No more than 4 at a sitting. I love them so much that at first, I would go back and order two more. No more. That crosses the line and I feel too full in an hour. This is not a mainstay, by the way. It’s a replacement of 100% of all fast food indulgences. We’re talking 1-2 times per week at most, with skipped weeks. I’m often out and about and this is rather convenient and works for me. For. ME!
Now, guess how very much I care about your judgment or feigned righteous scorn over that? Can you guess?
Now, I can very well agree that there’s a lot of ingredients you don’t want in a simple crunchy taco made by Taco Bell. That’s too bad. Really, Taco Bell? Your taco meat has to have gluten? Really? Pathetic much? It’s fucking meat & seasoning, dudes. So, you got me dead to rights on that score. On the other hand, dose makes the poison.
My simple objective is to give people—when life, circumstance, budget…or even difficult-to-manage cravings intervene—a better option.
It completely turned my own propensity—1-2 times per week—to go grab a burger and fries, and feel crappy. But that’s just me. I’m also just passing it along for your consideration if in case it may be of value to you.
To fight is always your option. But so is seeking more benign alternatives that solve both issues.