Tuesday, September 19, 2006
HAMDOG!!
Last Thursday night I experienced every true hotdog lovers dream come true, namely I consumed a Hamdog!!
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Campers Delight
Big juicy hot dogs roasted over a campfire and topped with Easy Cheese.
Yum.
Also, they are much tastier if you eat them while wearing a meshback trucker hat that reads "Beer Is The Reason I Get Up Every Afternoon"
Yum.
Also, they are much tastier if you eat them while wearing a meshback trucker hat that reads "Beer Is The Reason I Get Up Every Afternoon"
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Feeling: Deprived
Because I spent four days and nights in New Orleans and didn't get one single Lucky Dog.
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Artsy Dogs!
Monday, June 12, 2006
Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head
Friday night we got caught in a downpour.
But since the place we ducked in for shelter was serving hot dogs and pitchers, we really didn't mind all that much.
But since the place we ducked in for shelter was serving hot dogs and pitchers, we really didn't mind all that much.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
The Craving: A Tragic Monologue In One Short Act
Setting: The Office
The lowly office drudge begins to dream of lunch as the one o' clock hour approaches
Oh, how I crave a hot dog! Methinks I shall go to the stand outside and purchase a lunch of delicious processed meat on a sweet white bun and topped with glorious ketchup and chopped onions - tis only a hot dog that can bring back the portion of my soul sucked out in the meetings of this morn.
Wait!
What is this here? No wallet! I must count my change - surely there is a dollar-twenty-five scattered throughout my desk drawers.
No! This cannot be! Only seventy-three cents! There will be no hot dog for luncheon today!
Sigh.
Surely the gods must hate me.
- End Scene -
The lowly office drudge begins to dream of lunch as the one o' clock hour approaches
Oh, how I crave a hot dog! Methinks I shall go to the stand outside and purchase a lunch of delicious processed meat on a sweet white bun and topped with glorious ketchup and chopped onions - tis only a hot dog that can bring back the portion of my soul sucked out in the meetings of this morn.
Wait!
What is this here? No wallet! I must count my change - surely there is a dollar-twenty-five scattered throughout my desk drawers.
No! This cannot be! Only seventy-three cents! There will be no hot dog for luncheon today!
Sigh.
Surely the gods must hate me.
- End Scene -
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.
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.
