Dear Chicken Nuggets

Dear Chicken Nuggets,

     We’ve had a lot of great times together, you and I.  In fact, sometimes I can’t remember what life was like without you.  The first time we met, I must have been four or five, and it was love at first bite.  You showed up in my Happy Meal so full of deliciousness that I knew we were meant to be together forever.


IMG_1974    It must have been love… but it’s over now, must have been good… but we lost it somehow.

As the years went on, we started to see each other every Sunday night after swim practice.  My mom drove me to McDonald’s so we could be together, although usually she just picked you up from the drive thru and gave you to me to eat on the way home.  Everything was right with the world when I held you in my arms.  Later on, when I got older and had my driver’s license, I didn’t need my mom to come with me anymore, and we could see each other at McDonald’s more often. Sometimes you would surprise me in the lunch line at the school cafeteria.  I always loved those days.


   When I went off to college, we grew apart for awhile, but then one day I was shopping at the grocery store and saw you across the frozen foods section.  It was clearly meant to be, and you moved into my freezer shortly after that.  We’ve been living together blissfully ever since, but recently, I was poking around Facebook, and I saw this picture


Now, I know you told me that’s not actually you, that you’re actually made with 100% white meat and this is a case of health food nuts trying to give you a bad name.   Maybe that’s true.  But even if it is, I don’t think I can trust you anymore.  What we had together was wonderful, but it’s over now.  This is hard, because we have so much history, but I’m breaking up with you.  I guess a part of me will always love you, but this is goodbye.