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Seen with a print ad that was placed upon the Web, the first thing I noticed was the horrendous defect that sent pangs of seething anger coursing through the synapses within my brain thing.
I was aware that a professional photographer hired by a firm to create pictures to be used in an ad likely designed by an advertising or marketing firm made the taco appear as pretty, desirable and hunger-inducing as possible. Notice the neatness of the ingredients placed upon the taco shell. Items of contrasting color are used to adorn what is usually a mishmash of thrown together ingredients assembled as quickly as possible with nary a thought given to pretty. The three arches of the green peppers are an interesting touch. I can not recall ever eating a taco with any color pepper sliced in that way.
There are numerous items in that picture that prevent that taco from being a functional, intended to be eaten item. The Taco shell has been deep-fat fried to harden it thus making it unsuitable to being folded in half into the traditional taco shape suitable for gnawing upon. Bend that sucker in half and assuredly the shell breaks into two pieces, turning it into a taco pizza with an edible lid atop it.
Stinginess is shown by the presence of a mere two black olive slices atop the tiny pile of white. Olives are cheap. Pile them on!!! Oh. Wait. I am not a professional pic taker. Maybe too many olives is ugly and distracts from the ad’s ability to sucker folks into the joint putting the ad in public. What bothers me about this ad is that white pile that got my salivary glands all askew and seething in gustatory rage. OUTRAGE!!!! Anybody wanting sour cream on their taco (not all folks want it) wants enough to be tasted throughout the eating process. If you are going to show sour cream, at the least have a line of it running lengthwise the entire distance from stem to stern. Seeing that one tiny dollop makes me think the joint selling the things are cheapskates and will scrimp on ingredients so that profit is maximized.
I am a typically laid-back relaxed fellow but mess with my vittles and I can get mighty rambunctious!!!
While writing this entry, my mind wanders back to the glory days of Taco Bell when they sold a 7-layer burrito. Some corporate numskull decided to take it off the menu. I wandered in a few times after that tragic event, but the time spans between visits kept increasing until they petered out altogether. It’s been a couple of years since I last entered Taco Bell and I do not plan on ever entering again unless they bring back that wondrous 7-layer burrito.
Inflation is mangling the common folks of the USA. The folks at the higher levels of the socioeconomic hierarchy are doing great, but the vast majority of us at the broad, well-populated base of the triangle-shaped hierarchy are imperiled by the ever-mounting prices of the basic life necessities. If prices keep increasing faster than incomes, a trip to the fast-food joint may become an annual special event such as taking a loved one to a romantic dinner on a birthday, Valentine’s Day, whatever.
Do not be surprised when you start seeing folks inside the fast-food joints wearing their finest going-out clothes as they gulp down burger and fries that take three-day’s worth of job wages to buy.
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