I know that, as of today, the world seems like a crazy fucking place. The one thing that we have to cope with this is wine. All morning, all afternoon, and all night. I meet up with one of my new favorite people, wine writer Jim Laughren, and we get right into it. Please enjoy.
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Typically, on the rare occasions that I enjoy this glorious treat, it is consumed behind the wheel of my parked car. This is because it’s the one fast-food sandwich that presents significant issues to thrash while driving. I mean, you can, but you’ll be finding shredded lettuce for months, in everything from the cup holder to the cigarette lighter. Plus, there is an absolute satisfaction to gripping the Big Mac with two hands, preferably in a relaxed fashion rather than navigating through traffic while using your knees to manipulate the wheel.
Most people’s first assumption would be that I have plans to augment the Big Mac ingredients to show that I can do it better when I use grass-fed beef, aged cheddar, bibb lettuce, etc. The primary concern I have with that method is that it would involve fixing something that isn’t broken, which is a colossal waste of time every time. I call it the “Green bean casserole syndrome.”
No, I’m going straight to Shaw’s Supermarket to procure my ingredients because nothing is supposed to be “farm-fresh” about a Big Mac. I momentarily consider adding fries to the menu. Still, the thought of cleaning out the fucking fryolator puts that idea to rest. Seriously, EVERY time I use the home fryer, it sits on the counter for weeks, taking up space, until I finally decide to go through the awkward and messy process of dealing with its contents. Plus, to be honest, you’re not going to achieve the same flavor of McDonald’s fries at home; it just won’t happen. Even if you re-incorporate the beef tallow that was corrupting oblivious would-be vegetarians for decades, you won’t be able to get it exactly right.