I did not grow up in a fast food friendly household. Occationally if we were driving to a swim meet my mom might stop along the way at a fast food place just for the ease and convenience of it. The only other time I really remeber going to fast food was when we went to Florida to visit my grandparents. Every year during our trip, my grandfather would take Abby and I for our annual happymeals. It was always so special to go town to mcdonald with him and get chicken nuggets or a cheese burger and of course the ellusive toy. Those were the days when there were normally two options: one for a boy and one for a girl. I constantly found myself torn between my pincess girly side and my tomboy side when it came to making this crucial decision. Now whenever I get mcdonalds (which isn’t very often), I always think of those trips with my grandfather.
Coming to the west coast means palm trees, outdoorsy activities and of course, IN-N-OUT BURGER. A trip here wouldn’t be complete without the classic cheeseburger and fries! Yum!