Personal blog of christian
writer & fallible mom
Katy McKenna Raymond
in Kansas City, Missouri
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Lord Of The Onion Ring
Doug knew I’d been craving PopEye’s Chicken, so he stopped on his way home from a day of meetings and picked some up. Not only that, but when he walked into the house, he had a separate box of my favorite feel-good food in the universe--onion rings!!
As much as I couldn’t wait to sink my teeth into a piece of chicken, I grabbed that generously sized box of rings and opened it post haste. You should know I can make an entire meal out of a large order of rings from Sonic, so delighted am I with everything about them.
Inside this box, though, were three tiny, pitiful looking specimens. Cold and limp they were, too. My smile must have disappeared as quickly as it had formed.
“There would have been a LOT MORE,” Doug said, “if I hadn’t gotten stopped by a train.”
That Doug! I understand the feelings for onion rings. A really sweet onion that’s fresh is a delight to eat!
Posted by on 04/03 at 02:30 PMThat is sad and funny all at the same time.
Posted by Angela on 04/03 at 03:28 PMok, i laughed at that post! where i live, civilization is across the tracks ... ergo, you ALWAYS sit at the slowest trains. so i will have to side with doug - if i had the amazing smell of onion rings wafting through the car for a train or two, i don’t know if i could control myself either. sorry katy. i do feel for you though.
Posted by joshua on 04/03 at 09:20 PM
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