t’s 8:47 a.m. You’re running late and you’re wearing sunglasses indoors. You didn’t plan to go to McDonald’s, but somehow you’ve wound up in the drive-thru, whispering your order like it’s a confession. And then it hits you. That smell. That sizzle. That little paper sleeve holding a golden, crispy oval that absolutely did not need to go that hard. McDonald’s hash browns aren’t just good. They’re emotional support potatoes. How often do you eat them? Let us know in the comments!