So, here I am, about 2 months into a gluten-free diet and bummed that I haven’t found a nice gluten-free bread to substitute the great satisfying taste of wheat based grains. I’ve been stressing myself out trying food item after food item hoping to find a bun I can carry with me so that when we go to a restaurant or a fast food place I can just pop the burger out of the wheat bun onto a nice tummy friendly bun. However, one day, in a rush and super hungry my wheat loving husband with intestines that don’t hate him pulls into Wendy’s. And I think, fine, I’ll just have the baconator with two patties and remove the bread. So, I’m all dreading my half of hamburger, until I pull it out of the bun. What’s this? It’s two hunks of beef with bacon in the middle. This is glorious! And then I thought, why was I so reluctant to ever get rid of the bun.
It’s like this, when we were kids we didn’t want the bun. Ever watch a two year old eat a hamburger? That bun is going on the floor unless you threaten some form of uncomfortability in their selfish pleasure-seeking little lives. Because they know, meat stacked on top of meat is a glorious spectacle to behold. And this is the moment, this is the moment that I realize my wheat hating intestines are not a curse, but a blessing. Cause, guess what Mom, I don’t have to eat that bun anymore. And you know what else, I’m gonna play with the toy while I eat. That’s right and maybe even pee in the ball pit. Ok, not going that far. Eww, actually I think now I’ll never go near a ball pit again. But my point is…well, I don’t know what my original point was anymore. I mainly just wanted to shout from the rooftops, “I love bunless hamburgers wrapped in bacon.”
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