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[April/May 1987] This Post is Not Sponsored by McDonald’s
today I went to McDonald’s. Afterwards I went to the park and played a game with my mother. I wanted to play a game with either my mom or dad but none of them wanted to play and one will might play with me.
I went to McDonald’s for lunch and after that I went to see the Chippmunck Adveuncher and Mommy took me to all those places.
Art by DoA
I know the cool thing these days is to shun all processed foods and go organic, macrobiotic, and other things that end in ick– er, I mean ic. And I do eat my share of salads, brown rice, fruit, and things that are grilled or steamed. But about once a year, I get a craving for McDonald’s fries, and I have to succumb to it.
I won’t deny the negative effect this fast food institution has had on global eating habits and weight problems. But in the context of my childhood, McDonald’s was a place of yumminess and delight.
In December of 1987, I celebrated my tenth birthday with a party at a McDonald’s in Bensonhurst that had an indoor playground. I wore a black velvet pantsuit with silver and purple sparkles and rode the small merry-go-round with wild abandon. Every photo from that party shows me drunk with glee, flinging my arms around my friends. Of all my childhood birthdays, it’s the one I remember with the most fondness and lucidity. Having that party at McDonald’s was part of what made it special.
Within a year I would go on my first diet and my relationship with food would grow more complex. But that day, I wasn’t paying attention to calories or fat grams. A french fry was just a french fry. And I enjoyed every last one.