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I probably eat at Whataburger way too much because the people there are starting to know me. This can be a good deal for me. Sometimes the nice manager will give my friends and me coupons for savings on delicious whatafood. Other times, a pie will mysteriously find its way onto my tray of food. Whatamiracle. Recently, Jeanine and I were at Whataburger prior to a ride, stockpiling some calories and trying to procrastinate riding our bikes on a cold and blustery day. It was then that the manager told us of a contest. Not just any contest, but one I would have liked to enter. “The deadline is already past,” he told us, “but maybe you could still try.” The contest was a writing contest and it involved love stories at Whataburger. SHARE YOUR WHATABURGER LOVE STORY, beseeched the whatacontest. That day Jeanine and I rode and afterwards my life as a mom/chauffeur prevented me from entering. As I was already past deadline, I lost all hope, but my story still begged to be told. Here it is: It began innocently enough. I certainly did not go looking for love. After all, my life was full of love. I had a great husband, had mothered three precious sons, had friends and family….but isn’t that always how it goes? Love found me. I mean, who could have resisted the allure of hash browns inside a tortilla? I dare anyone to look me in the face and tell me she could have said ‘no’ to scrambled eggs, cheese, sausage AND HASHBROWNS in a warm flour tortilla, spiced up with salsa. I certainly couldn’t. It was love at first bite. I immediately became obsessed with the taquito. OBSESSED, I TELL YOU. I wish I could have walked away from the orange and white allure of Whataburger and its tempting taquito, but I was too far gone. Not only was I in love with the tasty breakfast treat, but I needed to share the news of this culinary delight. I dragged my husband, my sons, my friends into the restaurant to taste for themselves. I wondered aloud, to anyone who would listen: why oh WHY was the taquito not available 24 hours a day? The long, torturous hours between 11 a.m. and 11 p.m. were too long for me to wait to be reunited with the object of my desire. Taquito. Taquito. Taquito! I tried in vain to recapture the magic at home with the same ingredients. Somehow, without the restaurant, the very essence of the delicious taquito was missing. SURE, it was good…. But was it love? I think not. It might seem silly to those who have never been in a love affair with a fast food item that this fancy has not passed. Indeed, my love of the taquito only blossomed to new levels when I discovered that not only was the taquito delicious, but it gave me amazing stamina on the bike. One taquito and I was easily able to ride 40 miles. Throw in an extra order of hashbrowns and make it a strong 50. My love of the taquito is not going away. It is a love that will be with me for the rest of my days. I hope the nice people at Whataburger don’t get too sick of me because I am going to continue to be in that delicious place way too much.
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