food blog final marcus deherrera

Many of us remember a time when Monday wasn't the worst day of the week, but the day you looked forward to all week. I'm talking about Big Mac Mondays at McDonald's. Every Monday at every McDonald's, you could buy a Big Mac sandwich for only one dollar. It may not sound exciting but in my family and close knit group of friends, it became a tradition. One day, my friend and I decided that a big mac just wasn't enough food for our young hungry stomachs. for a while we would buy a large fry to accompany our Mac, or even a smaller sandwich. Nothing seemed to give us the "clogged artery" feeling that we had desired.

It was a real feat to make something that could fill the stomach of a growing young man, until I invented the Mac Daddy. It had all the elements of a great sandwich such as a great name, a great taste, tons of meat, and it was enough to fill me up. It all started when I took a bite of my Big Mac and halfway through chewing it i stole one of my cousin's McNuggets and took a bite of it. I was speechless for a moment but only because my mouth was full. As soon as I swallowed I knew I had created something. Something that any adult would disapprove of. Something that may frighten small children. Most importantly, it was something i had to keep secret. For I was already full and could not test it out right away. So I had to keep my lips sealed, for a whole week, until the next Monday. I would think about it in school while I was waiting

in the lunch line. I would dream that my invention was the next item on the menu at McDonald's, and that I would make millions of dollars from my creation. But I would always wake up and count the days until Monday.

After several days of anticipation, the

glorious day finally came. Right after school, I went to the Mac D's and ordered one Big Mac sandwich and a four piece Chicken McNugget. When I sat down I was determined to recreate my previous idea. I pulled my Big Mac out of the box and separated the top half from the bottom. I removed the legendary middlebun that separated the Mac from all other sandwiches. I discarded the bun and proceeded to strategically place all four of my nuggets in the empty void where the middlebun used to be. As I placed the top of my sandwich on the bottom portion I almost expected a crowd to gather around me and watch intently as if they had never seen such a heinous sandwich. A woman would ask me, "what do you call it?!" and maybe some man would be running around losing his mind because his brain simply could not handle the complexities of my sandwich. But none of this ever happened. I sat in a booth with my friend and we ate quietly until the beast was destroyed. Finally I had found a meal that would fill me up enough to grow to be a fat little kid, and I shall call it, "the Mac Daddy". I staggered into the bathroom to wash my hands and face. When i was done i looked into the mirror and gave myself two thumbs up.

As time went on, Big Mac Mondays ceased to continue and all was forgotten about the Mac Daddy. It slipped into the realm of to forgotten sandwiches along with the Pastrami Suitcase and several others. But I have not forgotten about you Daddy. And soon, when the time is right, I shall return, to you, my preciousssssss.