Ok, since I ran out of milk yesterday morning and didn't have a chance to hit Publix/Kroger/Costco for some because of last night's book club meeting, I went to McDonald's this morning for the once-in-a-blue-moon Sausage McMuffin with Egg Meal--I got a Coke instead of coffee (I don't drink coffee) or orange juice (I just brushed my teeth).
Now I really enjoy the Sausage McMuffin with Egg--it's got just enough mass to keep me filled up for the few hours until my usually-late lunchtime, and the sausage has a bit of a spicyness to it as well.
So imagine my surprise, when I'm sitting at my desk and I pull out a fucking Sausage McGriddle [insert Joe Pesci quote here
]. Honestly, though--it wasn't too bad. It still had that sausage, but it was sandwiched between two mildly sweet pancakey buns with the big M-arch logos seared onto them.
You gotta love that sweet-salty combo. It's like Frosty + fries.
Unfortunately, I'm still hungry. Oh well...