So Coker started out a discussion about how nasty fast food joints are to run past while exercising (or even walking to the bus stop). This brought up the fact that Fast Food restaurants pollute like nobody’s business:

From TreeHugger.com:
Cooking four normal sized hamburgers in a fast food joint emits the same amount of VOC’s (volatile organic compounds) as driving a current model car for 1,000 miles.

So that’s a pretty decent reason not to eat fast food. We’ve gotten to the point where I’m cooking pretty much every night of the week. It’s crazy that after feeding Stella, giving her a bath (every other night), and putting her to bed I still have the energy to make dinner. Although, once dinner’s made I pretty much crash.

But the other week Julie and I were commenting on how much we jones for fast food. It’s kind of freightening. We go by fast food places, and you think that you’re saying, “Screw dinner, I’m tired.” But in reality now that we’re eating it so much less we realize we’re craving it. It’s a freightening primal urge. We must want some goofball chemical they put in that mutated food, because I cook with plenty of salt and fat at home. Ok, looking at the McDonalds menu I think I’d probably have to be using about half a cup of salt and an entire carton of heavy cream per-person per-meal to hit those salt and fat numbers. I’m kicking their ass with protien though. *Sigh*, now I really want some McDonalds fries.