The Tradition

My family and I unknowingly started an unusual tradition two years ago. We were on our way home on a Friday and, like every other day of the week, we were all tired and since mom didn't feel like cooking that night we decided to order pizza for dinner. Sounds innocent enough.

Another week went by and it was Friday again, but that Friday I noticed my mom taking a different way home. I quickly saw the reason why as the golden arches of McDonald's came into view. And every Friday since then we've taken that same road home, always stopping by McDonalds or Burger King in case we wanted to switch things up and thus a tradition was born.

Before then my family never really ate fast food. The only times that we would go to a fast food restaurant or any restaurant in general was whenever we were on a long road trip going somewhere or if it was someone's birthday.

My plan for the next semester or so is to somewhat monitor my families eating habits on Mondays through Thursdays and compare them to our eating habits on Fridays and the weeked and maybe, if possible, break the tradition.