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Secret Ingredient

Everyone has favorite foods. It's only natural, given that you've eaten a ton of meals over the course of your life, and there are decent odds that they haven't all been perfectly identical to each other. There is bound to be some variation over the course of those meals, and everyone gravitates to one of those variations. It doesn't matter what that variation is, it's different than the others and that's the one you like. There's no shame in that, and that's why we all have favorite foods.

In my case, ceviche takes the top spot. That's one of those foods that I never tire of, and I would probably eat it every day if I had the choice. I don't know if I can pinpoint the reasons for that, all I know is that it's my favorite dish. For example, if you took the very same fish and served it to me in a poke bowl, I would enjoy it but I wouldn't call it my favorite food. The same is true if you took the same basic recipe and swapped out the main ingredient (fish) for some other type of seafood. I'd enjoy it, but I wouldn't call it my favorite food. There's something about the combination of ingredients in that particular way that I just happen to enjoy quite a bit.

Now, like I said, everyone has their own favorite foods. The Mild Wife enjoys ceviche, but I don't think she would describe it as her favorite food. She certainly likes eating fish, but usually she prefers it with rice of some sort (think things like sushi or a poke bowl). As her husband, I get to see first-hand what foods she really, really likes. It's not that hard to figure out: I have a front-row seat to a bunch of her meals, so I literally see it play out in front of me.

As a result, I've seen her love of Ike's sandwiches unfold. It's probably not at the pinnacle of her favorite food pyramid, but it's certainly not near the bottom, either. She really enjoys eating those things. I'm not sure how many she eats on average, but let's just say that I've noticed Ike's come up on more than one occasion.

My favorite part, though, is how she describes her love for those sandwiches. Sure, there are the usual bits about how they're tasty and that some ingredient or another makes the sandwich taste better. But the most memorable comment is her claim that she starts thinking about having her next sandwich before she's finished with the current one she's having. Like I said, those sandwiches are definitely near the top of her list.

All of this leads me to my conclusion that there must be a secret ingredient in the food. We've had sandwiches and burgers from other places, but those haven't quite elicited the same response. Clearly, there must be something different about those sandwiches. So, what kind of secret ingredient could it be? What could possibly elicit such happiness, be easily mixed in with the food, and also lead to such a strong craving for more?

Crack, that's what. It fits the bill. Clearly that's the only plausible explanation. I will entertain no other possible reasons, no matter how "unreasonable" or "illegal" you may suggest my rationale is. It explains everything, dammit.

After all, why else would someone want to eat a food that often? I mean, it's not like she's talking about ceviche. 😀

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