A few weeks ago I read a thread on a triathlon message board about a new meal at Kentucky Fried Chicken. It's two slabs of breaded and fried chicken breast with cheese, bacon, and some creamy sort of sauce in between. At first I didn't even think it was a real menu item. What restaurant would really sell such disgustingly decadent deadly deliciousness?
Surprise, it is real!
As much as I know how horribly unhealthy it is, how many calories and grams of salt laden fat it contains, how against the laws of nature it may be, I had to have one. I didn't know when I would do it, but I knew I would. It was only a matter of time. As much as a firey crash is only a matter of time for a race car driver.
That time came on Friday. We were heading out of town for a family wedding and needed to grab a quick bite on the road. We turned at the last light before the highway entrance and there it was; a KFC/Taco Bell restaurant. That's when I knew. It was time.
I would tell you I'll never do it again but that may be a lie. It was delicious in that this-is-so-wrong- kind of way. I could feel my arteries clog as I sat there enjoying the gooey, salty, greasy yumminess of it all.
Colonel Sanders, I salute you!