I'll tell you what it isn't.
- It isn't exercising twice a day for the last six weeks.
- It isn't eating leafy greens and veggies until I'm a walking repository of Beta-Carotene.
- It isn't sweating so much that you feel like your middle name should be "estuary".
I'll admit - they aren't great hotcakes. Ever since they went to the frozen-microwave-and-serve variety the taste just hasn't been the same. But the smell - Oh God, the smell. If a woman wants to be ravished, (at least by me) just dab a McDonald's hotcake behind each ear and watch me go to town. It smells like vanilla cake mixed with a dab of heaven.
Needless to say, I sat at the far end of the table when my kids were eating.
If the U.S. really wanted to get tough with the detainees in Guantanamo, they'd have a couple dozen microwaves going full tilt, just outside the wire. That, coupled with some well placed fans, would be the best not-really-torture-but-it's-torture-really that you could get.
Better than the waterboarding they've been doing, right?