Fast food is a way of life for Americans. McDonald's hamburgers and Swanson's dinners have not yet replaced "mother and apple pie," but they are vying for position. When my family gets into our aging Pontiac to travel for the major part of a day or more, we want to get to our destination quickly. The time we have always seems too short. So we pause to eat along the way at our favorite fast food restaurants, expecting almost instant service, usually receiving it, and then being on our way again. For a brief time this pattern is okay. Day after day of fast food quickly gets old. My wife and I then find ourselves longing for, practically panicking for, "real food" not encased in plastic and without the same predictable flavor. Oh, fast food may fill us but, after a time, we have discovered it…