Hamburgers

"I'd gladly pay you tomorrow for a hamburger today." -Wimpy

It's something strange to me. I know that many people enjoy hamburgers, perhaps even as much as I do. What I find, though, is that I have so far not gotten sick of hamburgers. I am pretty darn fond of chocolate (to put it mildly) and I've even had my fill of chocolate before. It seems pretty inconsequential, but it's something I'm curious about. I see hamburgers as a sort of comfort food, really good tasting comfort food. I don't know how comfort food normally works but regardless it sparks my personal interest.

I'm trying to figure out where it was that I created such a mindset about this food. I'm thinking that it had a lot to do with family. We didn't eat out too often when we were kids, but when we did we usually went to restaurants which served hamburgers. I probably am reminded of "good" times with my family when it comes to hamburgers. It's a connection I don't particularly mind, but I tentatively toy with the idea of forging or creating personal and conscious connections instead of being tied to "automatic" ones. Of course I'm probably just being stressed in this direction by all the recent events I've put everyone through.

I'm cutting short this little pondering for lack of sleep. But I'll throw out there that I prefer Carl's Jr. and Griff's burgers.