Alternate title: “I’d Like A Number Four With Large Flies.”<\/p>\n
On Fridays, my husband is responsible for ferrying the child back and forth to school. In between school and home, he usually picks us up some lunch at the only fast food restaurant I will eat at. I will not name it because I am still loyal to them, but it rhymes with schmickschmonalds. <\/p>\n
Well, today, as I’m enjoying my golden, delicious fries for which schmickschmonalds is so famous, I find…<\/p>\n
wait for it…<\/p>\n
a crispy fried wing. Not from a chicken. From a common house fly.<\/p>\n
Very few things will gross me out to the point that I’m no longer able to eat. Once, when I was eating a piece of cherry pie my grandmother had made, I found a whole housefly baked into it. My grandma just wicked him away with her pinky finger and said “Eh, he didn’t eat much,” and I finished eating. Because I was raised by people who honestly believed the presence of bugs in your food was a funny, unexpected bonus. I think that’s because they grew up in the depression or whatever and they probably were used to eating bugs.<\/p>\n
However, having worked at a schmickschmonalds, I know what happens when a bug falls into the deep fryer. KA-BLAMO! They explode, spewing their soon to be crunchy, golden guts all over the place. ALL OVER MY FRIES.<\/p>\n
I just couldn’t finish. A whole fly, I can do. Fly parts… yeck.<\/p>\n
What is the worst thing you’ve ever found in your food, either at a fast food place or a regular restaurant?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Alternate title: “I’d Like A Number Four With Large Flies.” On Fridays, my husband is responsible for ferrying the child back and forth to school.…<\/p>\n