After a long long day, I pulled through the McDonald's drive-thru for a small order of fries.
I am not sure when I last had McDonald's fries. But I was looking forward to these suckers.
And they were Way Too Salty.
Honestly, I am not sure if it was an overly-aggressive hand at the fryer, or if I just have had better and less salted fries in the interim.
Or maybe I had an overly romanticized memory of something. It happens. If distance can make the heart grow fonder, time gives us opportunity to write and rewrite our memories of a sensation, whether it's a food or a kiss or even a hard time.
In this case, maybe I'll just go with the piece where I didn't really like these fries, and do away with that craving for some time to come.