A kid asked the other day, “What was your favorite fast food when you were growing up?”
“We didn’t have fast food when I was growing up,” I informed him. “All the food was slow.”
“C’mon, seriously. Where did you eat?”
It was a place called at home, I explained. Grandma cooked every day and we sat down together at the dining room table, and if I didn’t like what she put on my plate, then I was allowed to sit there until I did like it.
We bought ice cream and milkshakes when we went to the movies, but it would have never even crossed our minds to buy food. We had eaten at home, there was no need.
I am not sure how it was here in the U.S. back then, but I know our farm -and others-made sure that people had their milk delivered to their homes, first thing in the morning. Today we can order pizza and Chinese food and it gets delivered to our home. What happened to the milk?
My first fast food was a McDonald’s burger when I was 14. I remember that I had begged for quite some time, before my Grandma finally stopped there. My first fast food order ever was a Big Mac with French fries and a Strawberry shake. I liked the shake, but wasn’t sure about the warm meat sandwich (that part hasn’t changed until today).
I loved the French fries -they were called Pommes Frites- and my Grandmother thought they were pretty good as well. We bought a potato cutter and learned to make them at home -at special occasions.
By this time, the kid was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to suffer serious internal damage, so I didn’t tell him the part about how I had to ask permission to leave the table. I really can make kids laugh now with my stories.
The kid laughed and I stood there smiling even after he had left.