I’m generally not a huge fan of fast food. Husband loves the burger and fry places but I hate the gross feeling I get after eating JUNK. It makes my stomach hurt. I normally avoid it unless we’re traveling.
This new me, the pregnant version, is someone I do not recognize. She literally sat in front of Taco Bell on Friday morning waiting for it to open. Well … first she circled the drive thru a few times to see if anyone was in there, and then to read the Hours of Operation sign. They opened at 10:00 a.m. So she waited.
When they unlocked the doors, she went inside, ordered three items — one of them with extra cheese, please.
Today, she hit up Wendy’s. WHO AM I BECOMING? I’ll tell you who. A person with an obsession. May I present … the Wendy’s sour cream and chive baked potato.
I took one heavenly bite and knew this had to be on the internet. So I took out my iphone to take this picture, and I heard someone shouting from the kitchen of Wendy’s “Hey! Hey!”
I looked up and there are three Wendy’s employees staring at me. One of them said “What’s wrong with your potato? Are you a food critic?”
I said no, I’m just pregnant. And my potato is excellent.