Edible Happiness

I decided it's time for a little joy 'round these parts.

Although many people think I'm insane (and they may be right), there is an amazing amount of joy that comes from a 2.5 sq.in., 5-holed, onion-steam-grilled burger. Or 7 of them.

I'm sure part of that is the penetrating and lingering smell they bring with, that permeates throughout anywhere they are carried, to the delight or dismay of anyone who happens to walk by. Or just the fact you're consuming something many people find disgusting, and loving every savory bite.

Whatevert the reason, food was meant to be consumed, and hopefully enjoyed, not analyzed. With that in mind, it's time we get an order together here at the office. I'm hungry.