Rule 32: [Hardee's Breakfast]

Oh man oh man. For those not in the know, the de facto Hardee's Breakfast consists of an order of hash rounds and the heavenly, magical, and amazing Cinnamon m' Raisin Biscuit. The last time I had the joy of partaking in this holy ritual, it was on my way to Ohio in 2008. The hash rounds are pretty self explanatory. Little, round bite-sized morsels of potato-y goodness that were they not capable of choking you would best be inhaled. The main event, as I like to think of it, is of course the Cinnamon n' Raisin Biscuit -- a warm, flaky biscuit layered with cinnamon and the occasional raisin-y treasure topped off with a heaping dose of gooey frosting. So perfect is the Hardee's Breakfast that when I die, I fully expect that upon reaching Heaven this will be the first meal waiting for me.

Perhaps it would be sensible to elaborate where this unhealthy love of this most worthy of breakfasts stems from. Firstly, from the time I was six years old and in school, a Hardee's existed not two blocks from my childhood schoolyard. Those of you who know me well know that I have a knack for never being on time.... ever. This is the root of that quirk. No matter how late we were running, it was mandatory that I ingest a Hardee's Breakfast before trudging into boring, old school. This is how my mornings began for years and years until, from what I can tell, the Hardee's franchise collapsed on itself. That childhood Hardee's is now a Taco Bell, but the ghosts of my breakfast delight linger on. The final factor in my love of this treat is in the fact that I am rarely awake early enough coupled with the fact I eat breakfast maybe twice a year. Today when consuming my delicious breakfast from what I consider for all intents and purposes the LAST Hardee's in Wisconsin, I was a six year old boy again running late for school and finding it hard to see past the frosted biscuit in my hand. Awesome.