Finding Joy and Harmony in the Midst of Motherhood, Work and Mayhem Don’t look back. I went to McDonalds today to get happy meals for the girls. While there I remembered how much, when I was in high school, I used to love cheeseburgers, fries, coke, vanilla milkshakes and apple pies. I ordered all of those things, except for the coke. I was looking forward to experiencing the pleasures that those things used to bring. Interestingly, the milkshake wasn’t thick like I remember and was way too sweet. The cheeseburger barely tasted like meat, the processed cheese didn’t resemble cheese at all. The fries were ok but not remarkable. The apple pie now has slits and isn’t that crispy golden, artery clogger with the too hot filling that I remember...(do y’all remember the old apple pies??!) Everything was different. It wasn’t that good anymore. Since my teenage years I’ve been to world class restaurants like French Laundry and Alinea. I’ve had burgers with foie gras and duck fat frie...