Mom and haven’t been to White Castle for some time, so we went yesterday. We’ve been gone too long: She had forgotten how small, thin, flavorless and cardboard-like the “hamburgers” are. Maybe that’s why I, as a picky eater (this was when I was young–I’ll generally eat anything that doesn’t bite my head off first, now)…. I lost my place. Oh, yeah: Maybe that’s why I, as a picky child, liked them so much.
I still like them. There’s nothing else like them on earth, unless you soak actual cardboard in grease and put a world of fried onions on it. Mmmmm…! I do love ’em! And the onion rings are actually, honestly, delicious. When I was expecting (expecting a child, I mean), the only thing that settled my stomach was a White Castle slider.
But I digress.
While we were “eating”, I examined the boxes and found this proud claim on the bottom:
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: A character eats something he or she loved when younger and is disappointed. Or is not disappointed.