I'm letting you in on a naughty little secret. It's been going on a long time, this lusty appetite of mine. I know it's wrong I try to be strong I'm a good girl for a month or two then it happens, across the intersection or occasionally just inside the door of Wal-mart, golden arches that speak to me of fishy goodness.
Lean into the screen. I'm going to say this quietly
I really, really like McDonald's Filet-O-fish sandwiches, really.
There, it's out there for all to know. Judge me if you must.
Filet-O-Fish and I have been going on for years. Whenever I break up with a current food crush, Filet-O-Fish is there for me, Filet and his buddy McDonalds fries(which everyone knows are the best fries).
Filet has been comfort food of choice for many a stressful time. Morning sickness= Filet-O-Fish sans tarter sauce. Trying to go off sugar, yet again= Filet-O-Fish no fries, delusional I know. Reaallly bad trip with two sons to the dentist= Filet-O-Fish for Boy Mom, milk shakes for numb face boys.
Today the unthinkable happened. I cheated. I was at Wendy's didn't see it coming just, BAM, can I have two Frosty's and a Fish Sandwich meal. I didn't even like it. No slice of American cheese product. And lettuce... come on, who puts lettuce on a fish sandwich? I barely noticed that the fish was tender flaky and well, fishy.
I've been guilty all afternoon.
Filet-O-Fish will probably take me back, that's his way; but, I fear this little Wendy's fish sandwich fling will always be there between us, a little.