What we eat is who we are?
Do you think so?
Since I am extremely lovestruck by the scrumptious, yum yum, glorious and exquisite relish of thick Angus burger from Hardee’s, does it makes me an Angus burger? Am I burger-like? I mean, do I look like a burger to you? Yeah okay, so I do have a long, lustrous, soft, fabulous hair (haha… I think it is more like a broom bristles, which traditionally made of broom corn?!!), of which probably a good resemblance of the garden-fresh crispy lettuce, eh? My big round eyes potentially describes the newly-harvested, yummy tomatoes complete with that sensational crunchy, delicious and freshly cut onion stashed inside the burger itself. The cheese (well, that is easy), that is most likely and presumably my soft, ‘smooth as baby’s bottom’ skin hey? And of course, being widely known and popular referred to as the roly-poly, fleshy, sexy (haha!) fun-size chick, now that possibly reflects the Angus thick burger itself?
Despite of hundreds or speculatively, thousands of theories, hypotheses, propositions or judgements on these, I could not care less. I am dead serious. I mean it. Many tried to split us up, but no one can actually come between me and my Angus burger.
“No one can come between us, Angus”
Now, that’s the door bell and here comes my Angus for dinner.
You are what you eat?
What say you?