food stories X)

Every day after school my sister and I would go to my grandma’s house to wait for my parents to get out of work so they could pick us up. Even though my grandma lived down the street from Mc Donald’s, my sister and I hardly got that. Luckily my grandma would always make the best homemade meals for us, so my sister and I loved to go there. Sometimes, when my uncle, my mom’s brother who lived with my grandma, was in a good mood he would decide to walk me and my sister to Mc Donald’s so that he could take us off my grandma’s hands for a little bit. My sister and I would get really happy so we would race each other there. My usual, and favorite, meal to get was always a kid’s meal with a cheeseburger inside. Every time I got this the first thing I wanted to do was open the toy, but my uncle made me wait until I was finished eating all of my food first. After we finally ate we were allowed to play in the playground for a good while.


At home, my parents, like their parents, would usually make homemade meals. Since they got the recipes from their parents, the food was always really good. Once in a while when my parents were too lazy to cook or when they got home too late to cook, they would just take us to buy something at any fast food place, which was nearby of course. As my sister and I got older, and things started changing in the house, my parents found it easier to just call us when they were on the way home and ask us what we wanted to eat so that they could buy it for us when we got home. This is when fast food pretty much became a habit for everyone in my house. After a while of eating a burger every day for dinner, my sister and I got tired of it. So we volunteered for a while to take turns making home cooked meals because we missed them. Since we didn’t know how to make that many things, dinner was usually spaghetti, meat, rice, or lasagna. Then when we, or our parents, got tired of these dinners, the fast food habits returned for a while.

Fast food has always been a quick grab whenever someone gets too lazy to cook and I’ve learned that first hand now more than ever. Now fast food is more than something you eat once in a while to me. I never really took the time to learn how to make a lot of things, so when I run out of ideas I tend to turn to a burger, or pizza. It never really matters what it is as long as it’s something that I can grab quickly and will fill me up for a good while. And now that I am older and am supposed to be more independent, I find that it’s the easiest thing to do, even though it may not be the best thing for me.