My Favourite Food

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My Favourite Food
Every pension day I want to treat myself to my favourite food, but over the years, this seems to get harder and harder to pick!
As a child, when I was given my allowance and went out on weekends, it was always the same, McDonalds, but over time, I outgrew the chemical/cardboard tastes that my sensitive buds could pick up in their food and I soon lost interest in them. In my teens, I still loved my burgers but grew to like the more traditional burgers which many shops made by hand and could take up to twenty minutes for them to make depending on where you bought it (or that could be just what it felt like when waiting for it). A personal favourite was one takeaway in Bondi that would add alfalfa sprouts to their burgers, and to this day, a traditional burger with the lot including beetroot, pineapple, egg & alfalfa would still get my mouth watering, but it’s harder to find a traditional burger with the lot that includes alfalfa in this modern day of commercialism and uniform foods.
During my twenties, my tastes changed again and this time it was focused more on Chinese foods, my biggest addiction for a number of years would always be curry king prawns with boiled rice. As much as I tried to give other dishes a chance, they were never as good as the curry king prawns, however I did also adopt my mother’s favourite of honey prawns, so this came a close second favourite.
In my thirties, my taste changed again and I fell head over heels for Japanese cuisine. One of my biggest obstacles these days seems to be to walk past a sushi train outlet and not fall in at the door, not an easy task, believe me.
Then my financial lifestyle altered, going from working to on a pension, fortnightly food treats became the norm, and that depended on what I could afford on pension day after all my bills were paid and shopping done.
In my forties, my taste expanded again to include Lebanese foods like kebabs, and even now, when I yearn for a hamburger with the lot, I often (after some hours) talk myself out of this and go instead for more flavourful but less greasy kebab, which in my case, always seems to be chicken based.
Not far away from turning fifty, and already my tastes have changed again and I’m leaning more towards Turkish foods. A particular weakness these days is Gozleme, that delightful concoction of mushroom, chicken and cheese gozleme can only be classed as heaven on a plate, more so heaven in a take away container!
So these days, on pension day, my biggest headache doesn’t come with what bills to pay and how in I am debt and to whom, it’s trying to decide where do I buy my fortnightly treat from, do I go to Hungry Jacks, a local cheap and easy favourite or red rooster, or do I go to the local Chinese restaurant for my most favourite dish of all time, or do I log onto Menulog and order a kebab or gozleme. Some pension days, I can eventually make a decision by the end of the day, on other days, I give up and go for another favourite that quenched my yearnings on days when I couldn’t afford anything. A favourite that’s always at home and on standby, something my mother called a Chinaman, which when translated is basically 2 minute noodles with 2 eggs.