To many people, I suppose, bacon, cheese and spicy mayo sandwiched between two pieces of fried chicken represents overindulgence—a heart-attack-inducing, fat-filled concoction of epic proportions. To me, it looks like heaven. I love anything fried. And most food to excess. Back in high school, a typical visit to McDonald’s involved a 20-piece box of McNuggets, two large French fries and a medium vanilla shake. I could spend $10 at Taco Bell without even trying, even when the ...
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