Linda was a young, ambitious scientist-to-be. She and her friends were always downloading the newest information on all there was to know. In fact, for the science fair, she had gotten recognized as a promising young mind. Her project was recently featured in the latest journal. "Perfected Dehydration".
Her demonstrations always drew a large crowd. With a single press of a button, Linda was able to take any fruit or vegetable and dehydrate the object down to the size of a pill. In this size, people could not only store food longer, it was easier to transport to the needy in poor countries or survivors of natural disasters. Then, with a single drop of water,
It all started with the golden arches.
I had just turned 16 years old and gotten my driver's license. For me, that freedom opened up the world of my food fantasies; and at that time, McDonalds was the focus of my attentions. No more begging for a trip to McDs, depending on the goodwill of others. Now I could drive my own car through drive-thrus, load up and eat to my heart's content.
Suddenly I was limited only by my cash flow, which was ample, and my waistbands, which soon were not. There were five McDs within ten miles of my house, and I began to frequent each one of them. Any time was a good time, as they say. In that very first week of having freedom to drive my own car, every spare moment found me feasting: happily scarfing big macs and chicken nuggets and french fries - oh, the pounds of hot, salty, pleasantly greasy french fries. In that first week I packed on ten pounds, all in the belly. At the end of sophomore year, I had been the only girl in m
A Prim and proper housewife chimed in, to her lazy yet independent daughter.
“Alright! Mother..” Becky sighed, waving her way to the airplane.
13 hours later.
In a pink woolly sweater and a pair of pale blue denim jeans, Rebecca walked out the cabin and into the sweltering Texan heat.
Longing to change into something far more suited to the southern temperature, she hurriedly raced to the shaded shelter of the airport’s food court, absolutely famished. It didn’t take long to find.
You could have followed the signs that were put up everywhere, or the delicious smells. Or even the masses of corpulent Americans that were almost guaranteed to stop by its generously stocked buffet stands.
With a combination of all three, she rather breathlessly made it through the glass double doors and joined the queue, behind as Becky rather ominously took in were