Ah, Day 7. The number of perfection. The number of completion. The number of wholeness. Chick-fil-A does make me feel whole.
I’m one week into my Every Day with Chick-fil-A experience, I have to say, I love it. And I really love it when I get to share this blessed daily ritual with my wife. Unfortunately, while she loves the consummation of daily Chick-fil-A as much as I, I’m not sure she loves the documentation of it so much.
Let’s take a look:
“Um, yeah, I’m gonna have to see a little more positive emotion from you, um, yeah…..”
It’s crazy, Liza can go on Fox 13 or ABC Action News or Daytime on Channel 8 and she knocks it out the park for her blog, but a little facetime with hubby has her giggling like Anderson Cooper in a Ridicu-list meltdown.
On to today’s meals. We both went salads at our local Trinity Chick-fil-A. I think they must’ve had a staff talk about the elusive VIP card because they’re starting to get the hang of things.
Here’s what we ate:
For me it was the delicious Chick-fil-A® Cobb Salad, and I decided to go with the fat free honey mustard dressing. I definitely made the right call. (Only men who watched football in the 80’s will care about that reference.) Can I tell you I just LOVE those crunchy red dried pepper thingees. Man.
Liza got the Chick-fil-A® Grilled Market Salad, probably because of its whopping 180 calories. She’s not a big fan of the blue cheese, and quite frankly, I’m not either. I think it would go better with feta, but that’s really a tomato/tomahto thing.
I left my Yellow Card at the docs office, and I have to have that to enter into Uganda, so I’ll be out that way again tomorrow for lunch. Maybe I’ll see if I can get the Grilled Market with feta? Oh, the stresses of eating Chick-fil-a Every Day.