Stop giving me the notion of food, give me food!

Now that was TASTY... I am beginning to see a pattern.  Every time I take my family out for a fast and cheap meal, I am left examining the flattened synthetic patty before me: I take a bite out of the Jumbo Nasty with cheese.  The first bite isn’t too bad.    Less than half way through the burger, disappointment wells inside of me.  I want beef.  Not just percentages of beef combined with some sort of filler.  Why do I keep going back to this crap?  And then guilt creeps in, “How can I be okay with feeding this to my family?”  But hey, that’s what I get when I pay a dollar for a burger… Then, I find myself and my half eaten hamburger at the cash register.  ”What kind of meat is in this?” I ask politely.  A lady worker look...