Tuesday, May 30, 2006

 

Sometimes Life Lets You Down

On Saturday afternoon The Sister, the Smalltown Girl, the Cute Friend and I set out for a day of hardcore shopping in The District.

After multiple hours of agonizing over fat tummy rolls and persuading Cute Friend that his life would not be complete without a pink and white striped shirt from J Crew, we decided to have a blessedly welcome bite to eat at the food court. Of course I settled on a hot dog.

I regret to say that it was one of the most wretched hot dogs I have ever tasted. The skin was so thick it was almost banana-like in texture, while the bun was so dry that it conjured up memories of the time I made bread and forgot to put in any wet ingredients.

It was a tragedy and a travesty. . .but in the end, it was still a hot dog.

And I'll take a bad hot dog over a good brussell sprout any day of the week.

Thursday, May 25, 2006

 

Creative Juices Are Flowing

I won't be happy until I've tried to make these.

Greatest. Idea. Ever.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

 

The Way to My Heart

Last night at the Nats game, a boy bought me a hot dog and I told him I loved him.

But then again, I said the same thing to the boy who bought me a hamburger on Saturday night.

The way to my heart is definitely through my stomach.

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

 

We Love Hot Dogs

Because man cannot live by bread alone. He needs processed meat to go with it.

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