Essays on Milkshake

The trouble with fries: An analysis

“The trouble with fries” [is a very informative article on] the history of the fast food revolution. It starts with the story of Ray Krock, who made a living [out of] selling the five-spindle multi-mixer milkshake machine. He moved to San Bernardino, California [upon hearing about a hamburger stand that owned] machines capable of making forty milkshakes simultaneously. However, he developed an interest in the French-fry operation. [This is because it was the fries that ideally captured his imagination.] [From then,] he devised a way of curing potatoes to make them more suitable for [the making of] fries. He ...

The trouble with fries: An analysis

“The trouble with fries” [is a very informative article on] the history of the fast food revolution. It starts with the story of Ray Krock, who made a living [out of] selling the five-spindle multi-mixer milkshake machine. He moved to San Bernardino, California [upon hearing about a hamburger stand that owned] machines capable of making forty milkshakes simultaneously. However, he developed an interest in the French-fry operation. [This is because it was the fries that ideally captured his imagination.] [From then,] he devised a way of curing potatoes to make them more suitable for [the making of] fries. He ...

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The click-clack of her heels on the shiny tiled floors was distinct even from the kitchens.

She served a timid smile along with my milkshake and promised that she’ll follow not long after. Her shift was about to end, anyway. As she walked to another customer asking for a drink, I could see her weary face sigh. She’s done this for ten hours each day for six days a week for five years. You can see it from the calluses on the back of her foot where the heels dug in, her ...

The click-clack of her heels on the shiny tiled floors was distinct even from the kitchens.

She served a timid smile along with my milkshake and promised that she’ll follow not long after. Her shift was about to end, anyway. As she walked to another customer asking for a drink, I could see her weary face sigh. She’s done this for ten hours each day for six days a week for five years. You can see it from the calluses on the back of her foot where the heels dug in, her quick responses to the typical complaints, the way the ugly yellow uniform clung to her thin, ...