My dad made the world's best huevos rancheros this morning. That's one of the best things about living so close to home. My parents make great food and they are (usually) willing to share. I have seriously been thinking about my breakfast this morning all day long. It was so good, it haunted me for the rest of the day. Nothing else I ate all day was ever going to be as good.
So I went to McDonald's for dinner.
If you can't beat 'em, buy something cheap and slightly disgusting. That's what I always say.
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