Yesterday, I ate this hot dog.
I don’t think I’ve eaten a hot dog in approximately nine years and never actually went so far as to order one out at a restaurant…but I’m glad I did.
Let me tell you a little bit about this hot dog.
First, it was a 50/50 beef pork dog. And, it was made in house. The dog was topped with tomato chow chow, ketchup and mustard and then folded ever so gently in a soft, crusty white roll.
I also drank this sangria. Even though it was Sunday and even though we had just come from church.
It made me feel like a rebel, and I liked it.