My long love affair with the Happy Meal began when I moved to this country at five years of age. My mom worked 14-hour days, which meant she had no time to cook, and happy meals at that time seemed like a quick, easy, and quite frankly delicious meal option. And say what, there were “free” toys that came with that food? Sold. But as the stories usually go, cheap love affairs always come to an abrupt end. Mine did in my late 20s when I finally began to deconstruct this good ol’ comfort food, and I cringed at what hid behind the happy veil. Read this to get a glimpse into some of the gazillion ingredients used to make a Happy Meal (the chicken mcnuggets deserve a separate post).