The #1

It's the Big Mac meal. I was nostalgically pondering this phenomenon while I was munching on my favorite artery blocking sandwich when I realized the significance of my love of this food. When I was little and our family would visit my maternal grandparents, the height of the trip would be our grandfather taking us out to fastfood. Coming from a family of 10, this was a rare occurance in itself, but to reiterate the importance of going to McDonalds I remember in the sixth grade when we were asked if we were stranded on a desert island and we had to eat one food for the rest of our lives, mine was the McDonald's cheesburger. It was happy meals during those younger years, but you knew you had reached adulthood when you were allowed to order your first Big Mac meal. A rite of passage that few understand as they look at my calorie soaked meal with disdain. What was your bar/bat mitvah oh ye yuppies? Your first Sega Genesis? Air Jordans? Easybake oven?? Well, you see, my rite has lived on and I can literally relive that feeling of pride and comfort of becoming an adult every time I take a bite of my juicy two beef patty with a sesame bun, lettuce, pickle, onion and special sauce. So I will endure criticism, because deep down I know that my rite is special, my rite is unique, and my rite is very, very tasty.