The Rodeo Queen

There are few private, very private things I will post on this blog. Even fewer will be stories about my wife. Except this one. One day a few months ago we were talking with Matt and Jenny about something. I remember specifically that we were sitting in their front room, relaxing on their couches while our kids had their way with their house. Suddenly, the subject of lunch came up. We talked about perhaps getting a bite at the local eatery, when my wife immediately blurted out the words, "Have you had a Rodeo Burger?". Silence. No one had. "They're delicious, and only a buck at Burger King." Well, right there I knew something was up. Burger King was not on our regular route of fast food establishments. Then my 10 year old spoke, "Yea, we have had one everyday the last few days, mom's addicted." Silence again. Only now did we begin to understand the depth of her problem. She had brought the kids into her low-cost swirling vortex of burger, cheese, onion ring, and tasty BBQ sauce doom. I was a wreck, "How could she?", I thought. Days passing by with no mention of this to anyone but the children? Then to have it come out in front of relatives, I was devistated. Then she spoke with conviction, "You've got to try one, so tasty, and only a dollar!" My heart lightened, my pulse quickened, "Yes, yes, we should all try one", I shouted. And so began a long affair with the Rodeo Burger at BK. Many more have been drawn to it's siren call since that day; friends, relatives, priesthood leaders, store clerks. This is how she became, the "Rodeo Queen".

I have thought a lot about what it means to find the perfect combination of taste, convenience and price. It's crucial to survival.
Unless, of course, you wake up in a bacon wrapped sugar-glazed sweat from this nightmare: