Remember when we were supposed to call french fries “freedom” fries because we hated France?  Hence the Freedom title…

The other day Christal and I took Erin to Monkey Joes for some bouncin!  (BOUNCIN!  THAT’S WHAT TIGGERS AND ERINS DO BEST).  On our way out, we passed a fast food place and Erin kept shouting “fench fies dada”.  For those of you who don’t speak baby, that means “French Fries dad”.  After she repeated it 100 times, we decided to get her some fries.  After Erin ate a few, Christal handed me one to eat.  I had not had a fast food french fry in about 9-10 weeks at this point.  I had a more “potato-y” fry the other day at Red Robbin, but it wasn’t like a fast food fry.  I was expecting to take a bite-music from some sappy love song would start playing like “reunited and it feels so good”….but no….it didn’t happen.  Instead, it was HORRIBLE!  It tasted like someone took a table spoon of vegetable oil and some salt and threw it in my mouth.  Terrible!  Something that was part of my weekly routine seems to have made it’s way out of my life.  Growing up, we never ate fast food because the small town I grew up in (Johnson City, TX) didn’t have a fast food restaurant.  When I went to college, I remember that it took my body a while to get used to eating the junk and I would get sick the first couple of times I ate a double meat burger with fries.  Renee King, my trainer from the Simpsonville Life Center, told me that this would probably happen.  My taste buds are out of their normal routine.  Things taste different.  It’s crazy, but it’s true.  Try it! Here’s a Chase’s Challenge for ya!  Go without eating any kind of fast food burgers and fries for like a month and see what happens when you bite into some fries.  See if they taste as good as you remembered.  I bet they wont.  At least they didn’t for me.