What is it about Chicken McNuggets that is so good? I know, in my brain, that there is not a lot of chicken in there, and there's a whole lot of nugget, which is really kind of scary if you think about it, and they soak/fry it in hot oil, which is tremendously bad.

Still, though. Every once in a while, they call to me. Their nuggety goodness beckons from up on the hill and I have to go.

I have to.

Then, about three hours later, my stomach always protests.

So why do I do that?

Yesterday was that day, and they were totally awesome, so it was worth it. I guess. Except that this morning I started thinking about it and it grosses me out because I know there's some kind of mystery in that crispy delicious fried breading outside, probably involving pink slime and some other mysterious substances. 

Not the kind of mystery Scooby-Doo solves. An icky mystery that would probably make the gang puke.

But still.

Still.

I know I'll do it again. It's only a few times a year, and that Sweet 'n' Sour Sauce just compounds the awesomeness to a level that could make my head explode.

Ew, though. Ew. I know. But it's fried.