My "Beef" with the Fast Food Nomad, Just Because I Want Him to Live Longer!

From where I came from, fast food is the quintessential of American food. To us, KFC is the golden ticket to feel “Western”. Your $1 burger worth so much more back there. With so many other food vendors, while I can’t say they’re very hygienic (just don’t drink the water), selling better tasting food, it is ironic we still crowd the fast food joints. In United States, I understand, because price wise, these places are way much cheaper than let say, Serious Pie. But in Indonesia, with food vendors being literally every where you go (they cost way cheaper too), why would we flock to fast food joints? My mom said “Well, fast food is much more trendier than your usual food vendors”.

Tell me this looks better than the $1 burger..

My husband is an avid fast food consumer. I nickname him “fast food joint nomad”, which he hates by the way, since he practically jumps from one to the other. It’s weird how he complains about me overspicing food considering how salty fast food is? I still don’t understand until today. My biggest wish right now, is for him to cut down his fast food intake. I’m not a controlling bitch, but I just want him to be healthier. And also not looking forward to the day our son could question “why don’t we eat McWhatever burger, but Daddy does?” I am not a saint myself, I have my own share of junky food. Obviously, once every now and then, enough to make me feel so guilty.

Everyone can make fried chicken, if they don’t mind deep frying

The other day I was so pissed. We went to the baby’s 4-month checkup and on the way back, hubby wanted to grab some fast food. It being around lunch time, of course it was packed as hell. He kept on offering our son “do you want some burger from XYZ?” And I was so glad my son said “No, I want roast pork” (We had roast pork the other night). While waiting for the other cars to move forward, he asked our son again “So you want some?” I don’t know, perhaps it was me being super hungry or PMSing, but I was pissed. Didn’t say a word after that, just let our son decides for himself, right? And still glad he declined. After 20 mins at the drive thru, we went home and I heated some of the roast pork and sauteed some spinach. Voila, all done in 10 minutes. I crossly said “Faster than Jack”. Although I was trying to make a point, I regret being so frivolous. *Disclaimer: I love my husband so much, but not his food choice*

Brined roast pork with lemon

I just hope that slowly (we’ve been together since 2006, and I’ve only seen a little progress) he’ll eat healthier. That is all. Am I selfish for wanting him to live longer? He loves to complain about how he feels bloated (uh, DUH? The cheezburger did it). And plus, these food from fast food joints isn’t so fast anyway. But to make the change easier, I’ve been making stuff that fast food serve, but with wholesome ingredients.

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2 responses to “My "Beef" with the Fast Food Nomad, Just Because I Want Him to Live Longer!

  1. I'm still guilty about eating fast food but in the 10 months the hubby and I have been together we've been slowly reducing our fasy food intake. The bloated, tired, gross feeling that comes with it is a pain in the ass…sometimes literally.

    Keep trying. You can't force him to change but with a little encouragement and patience I'm sure you'll eventually break his habits. And kudos to your son for wanting something better for him than oversalted burger and fries!

  2. I know I know, can't force him. But the part that annoys me to no end is his persistence in offering my son his junk food booty. I just want him to be happier too, junk food makes him act like he's PMSing, no joke.

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