December 2, 2024
TKG began to type. He didn’t know what to say.
“Wichita By E.B. challenged me to try the McRib. This is a difficult review for me. He is far more knowledgeable about all things food. But as they say ‘a broken clock can be right twice a day,’ — well, maybe a revered Food Blogger can be wrong once. This is his one time.”
TKG had just tried out the McRib at McDonald’s. He didn’t want to. In a way — he was forced to. And the McRib…well it would make for good prison food, no doubt. As long as the prison’s cafeteria had been shut down for a week and peeps were in dire need of anything that resembled sustenance.
He knew he could do better. Control, alt, delete. He began to type anew as he took a swig of the Dr. Pepper from Mickey D’s.
“If I could wish the worst on my enemies, I’d offer to stop by McDonald’s and order the McRib….” he began.
