I was overly hungry this particular afternoon. The busy day offering little opportunity for normal meal times. My blood sugar level must have been low because not only was I dreaming of something hot and steamy but also quick and juicy. The vision of a popular food chain that specializes in cooking chicken to perfection, immediately pop into my brain.
Having previously eaten at this restaurant, I knew that there was one item on the menu which stood out as dreamily delicious. My decision was made. I headed to lunch with my mouth watering anticipating the delicacy. Ordering the item only increased the flow of my oral saliva. I sat at the table and slowly unwrapped the warm, doughy, flaky, moist biscuit. As the aroma whiffed through my pulsing nostrils, there was only one movement left to perform to make this the most delicious “little bite of heaven” ever.
A small squeeze of warm honey melting down onto the flaky, moist biscuit would remedy my hunger pangs. Picking up the accompanying honey packet, I noticed that it felt lighter in weight than I remembered. Since I was half-hypnotized by hunger, my lulling state almost prevented me from examining the packet. I read the ingredients in shock – the honey packet didn’t contain any honey. It was branded as “honey sauce” – 57% fat, 17% protein and 26% carbs. Honey was not listed as an ingredient on the packet.
It almost stopped me from eating my biscuit. When did this change? Why didn’t I know? When was the last time I read the ingredients? I quickly realized that I couldn’t answer any of these questions. Not only was I disappointed but felt that I had lost trust in an established institution. It was a sad moment. I sat in the restaurant and sadly ate my, now cold, biscuit without any honey.