refining childhood

I had a new bottle of black truffle oil just waiting patiently for me to create the perfect dish to drizzle over. Well its patience ran out on my will to cook so it finally took its magical flavors to my side of McDonalds french fries. Oh my did the wimpy bag of fries turn into a luxurious grown (wo)man's taste of gold. Dipped in a ketchup-honey mix and it's a $2 taste of French Laundry. OK exaggeration, but it still tastes fabulous. I was an extreme makeover to my childhood.

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