Since I
announced my pregnancy people have been asking me if I have had any food
cravings or aversions and after really thinking about it I decided I haven’t
had any. Then the other day I had the BIGGEST food craving of my life….. McDonalds
McChicken sandwich and that’s when everything went downhill.
You see
the McChicken sandwich in the US is WAY different than the one in Canada. It’s
something all my American friends are truly missing out on. From the tender,
juicy, crispy chicken patty to the soft sesame seed bun, smothered in McChicken
sauce and then accented with lettuce, it is truly a masterpiece. The American
McChicken sandwich is the exact same as the Jr. Chicken sandwich that we have
in Canada. I’m not even going to describe it because it’s just blah. Now you’re
probably seeing how things started to get complicated. I was desperately
craving the Canadian McChicken and I lived in the United Stated. The McChicken
Sandwich was the only thing I could think about. I could picture every sesame
seed on that bun. I could taste the chicken in my mouth. Not only did I crave
it I NEEDED it. Then instantly I felt a surge of anger come over me. How could
McDonalds do this to me? Why sell a subpar product? Don’t you want the world to
be united by the same McChicken sandwich? I needed to know why they had done
such a horrible thing so I started googling.
When you
search “McChicken” in Wikipedia the US version comes up. The original McChicken
came out in 1980 but sales were not very good so they replaced it with chicken
nuggets. McDonalds decided to bring the sandwich back in 1988. The McChicken
was then replaced in 1996 with the Crispy Chicken Deluxe. After tons of
complaints McDonalds brought back the McChicken sandwich in 1997. The same subpar
sandwich you see on the menu today. Canada, UK, Australia and many other
countries have the same delicious Mc Chicken sandwich that the world loves but
not here where I NEED it. After my research I was still so angry and I thought
what better to get my anger out then a strongly worded email to McDonalds. I mean
complaints got them to bring it back before so maybe they will change the
product to match the McChicken in Canada. With tears in my eyes I wrote 300
word email begging them to change the product to the McChicken I know and love.
After
two hours, yes TWO HOURS of googling the McChicken sandwich and looking at all
the pictures I was craving it even more. I checked a map and from my
calculations I figured out that the closest Canadian McDonalds was about 3
hours away in Winnipeg. Maybe 6 hours total driving time seems like a lot for a
McChicken Sandwich but my body was going crazy for it. Pregnant and vomiting
every half hour, there was no way I could make the drive but my young and
healthy husband could.
After a
very emotional phone call with my husband I realised how little he loved me.
How could someone love me and not leave work to drive 6 hours to get me
McDonalds? As I started contemplating divorce I pulled myself together and
decided what I NEEDED wasn’t what I was going to get. The US McChicken wasn’t
even an option, I was repulsed by it. I thought I could go to the store and
make one but that was a lot of work and since I already spent hours dwelling on
this sandwich I was starving. Then it hit me! The original chicken sandwich
from Burger King! It was close to my house and even though it wasn’t the McChicken
I desired it was the next best thing. With a smile on my face I drove to Burger
King and got my chicken sandwich!
The smell
of the sandwich was filling my vehicle I couldn’t wait to get home and eat it.
As I was turning onto my street I saw a Prairie Chicken and 4 little babies try
to keep up behind her. I was instantly repulsed by my chicken sandwich. I pulled
into my drive way, walked straight to the dumpster and tossed my chicken sandwich
in the garbage.
