I went to Burger King the other day. When I got home and poured out my fries, there it was, “the onion ring.” When I was a kid this use to really freak me out. I hate onion rings and it was like this onion ring invaded the holy sanctuary of the French Fries.
I used to wonder how it got in there. The rings had their own home and the fries had theirs. Did one ring, climb out of the pot and sneak it’s way over to the fries? Was the onion ring kidnapped and being held for ransom?
It didn’t even look right. The fries were smooth and the rings were all crisp. There is no way they should ever mingle.