Generations, McRibs, and Quality Time

imageMy sister is in town again, airfare courtesy of my brother Andy. As my son Aaron and his family are here but leaving to go back to Utah this afternoon, I thought we’d run over and take Debby out to lunch. Debby is one of those ladies that everyone loves. For that matter, so is my wife Suzy and Aaron’s wife Wendy.

McDonald’s currently has a nationwide McRib campaign going on for the first time in years. Usually it pops up on their menu in stealth mode and only in select locations. Alas, our imageoutlet in Bothell quickly ran out of their allotment of this pork patty, barbecue sauce, onions, and pickles served on a 5½ inch roll. Despite its name, it is primarily composed of pork shoulder meat, according to McDonalds. We found today’s fare available in Redmond.

Twitter posts range from “Lucky me, the McRib is back” to “If you eat McRibs, you need to re-evaluate what it is you actually want in life.”

According to Chicago Magazine, the patty is also composed of restructured meat products such as tripe, heart, and stomach and blended with salt and water to extract salt-soluble proteins, which act as a “glue” that helps bind the reshaped meat together. The McRib has 70 ingredients. Yum!

The physical attributes of the sandwich only add to the visceral revulsion some have to the product—the same product that others will drive hundreds of miles to savor. But many people, myself included, believe that all these things—the actual presumably entirely organic matter that goes into making the McRib—are somewhat secondary to the McRib’s existence.

This is where we enter the land of conjectures, conspiracy theories and dark, ribby murmurings. The McRib’s unique aspects and impermanence, many of us believe, make it seem a likely candidate for being a sort of arbitrage strategy on McDonald’s part. Calling a fast food sandwich an arbitrage strategy is perhaps a bit of a reach—but consider how massive the chain’s market influence is, and it becomes a bit more reasonable. ~ A Conspiracy of Hogs: The McRib as Arbitrage

Good conversation, happy diners, and three generations of family created a lovely impromptu event hosted my McDonalds and the mystery meat sandwich, which half of this group loved, and the other, no so much.

About Gandalfe

Just an itinerant saxophonist trying to find life between the changes. I have retired from the Corps of Engineers and Microsoft. I am an admin on the Woodwind Forum, run the Seattle Solid GOLD Big Band (formerly the Microsoft Jumpin' Jive Orchestra), and enjoy time with family and friends.
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1 Response to Generations, McRibs, and Quality Time

  1. I confess a taste for McRib Sandwiches. Must be the sauce.

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