Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Dear Fancy Cheeseburger of My Youth

Dear Fancy Cheeseburger of My Youth,

Today I thought we were going to have an unexpected but exciting reunion.  Coworker J had a hankering for Carl's Jr. chicken tenders, and I thought this was the perfect excuse for us to bump into each other again.  My eyes lit up at the suggestion, and before long, I was in your house, ordering YOU, all over again.

Fancy Cheeseburger of My Youth

You haven't really changed -- you're still a charbroiled all-beef patty, two strips of bacon, melted American cheese, two crispy onion rings and tangy BBQ sauce on a toasted sesame seed bun.  But I have changed.  I've met Tommy.

He Tastes Like A Beautiful Summer Day 

Tommy's a grown-up burger.  He's the bacon cheeseburger who has been hitting a consistent 10 with me in recent weeks.  I didn't think it could happen, but I'm not sure things can ever be the same again.  Tommy tastes like he came right off the grill at a summer backyard barbecue.  And let's be honest; he's much bigger and beefier than you.  He's so big that his onion rings come on the side -- his oh so glorious onion rings....  I didn't even think I liked onion rings, but that was before I met Tommy.  Before Tommy, I'm not sure I ever tasted real onion rings.

Unexpected Encounter Between You, Me, Tommy and His Onion Ring Entourage

Tommy is the burger who makes me melt like American cheese.

I never meant for this to happen.  He was supposed to be just an office fling, something to get me through the workday, but today, when I ate you again, I couldn't help but admit to myself that it's different between us now that Tommy is in the picture.  Please don't take this the wrong way.  You were the fancy cheeseburger of my youth, the one who was waiting for me every time I won a piano competition or got straight As.  And we'll always have our good times with the whole family at mom's Amway convention in Solvang, California.  These memories are irreplaceable, and you will always have a special place in my heart.


I hope we can still be friends and see each other on the occasional road trip.  Even though I've long outgrown barbecue sauce, I want you to know that I still save a special place for you and your saucy rings.  But if you see something different in my eyes, please don't hate me for it.  These things happen.  People grow up and move on.  But I wouldn't be the burger lover I am today without you.  Please remember that.


Polaroid Mom Took of Us in 1984
Love,
MOA