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Arc of a French Fry Effortlessly | THE CULINARY CROSSOVER
An average two bedroom apartment with wall to wall orange and brown shag carpet (a la 1975) which also graced the floor of a small bathroom I shared with my Mother. A well-watered pathos hung from a twine macrame’ hanger near one of the two windows in the living room. My Mother had kindly gifted me a 1974 orange Volkswagen bug that I used to get back and forth from my job at Eileens clothing store at Metrocenter; school (we lived pretty far from my high school) and to cruise Central on Friday night with my gal pals. I kept it nice and shiny, with weekly waxing with Turtle wax, and loaded it with my girlfriends every chance I got. It was a Saturday. My friend Lorrie and I had just arrived home with multiple shopping bags from Foxmore. We scurried to dump our bounty out onto my bed to admire our new chokers, leather clogs, hiphuggers and crop tops. We both had retail jobs that kept us in the most current garb (one of the main reasons we had jobs!). We had also stopped at McDonald’s on the way to grab our favorite lunch – a Quarter Pounder with cheese, a large french fry and a Coke. Lorrie quickly retrieved the green flowered Corelle plates from the cupboard as I divided up our faire. We were starving! We were very active young girls with high metabolisms and could easily handle 3,000 calories a day no problem. Lunches on a …