Yes we’re finally making our way to the end of a very looooong week. Yay!
I hope TPTB have sense and you escape the ax, gotp-words!
I hope your son pays you a visit, tara! While my mom was still alive, I’d never miss celebrating my birthday with her. The fact that she made the world’s best butter cake with chocolate-cream cheese icing was merely a fringe benefit.
You’ve got some mad cartooning skills, doggio! My favorite was the obedience school one. Not that I can ever be accused of having a high-brow sense of humor. Thanks for sharing.
Speaking of air shows, ours will be Sept. 9th thru the 11th this year. They always close off all the roads by my office when the Thunderbirds/Blue Angels/Sky Kings or whatever practice. It can be fun to watch but the noise can make you have an accident if it catches you by surprise.
Today was a very rare day. The good kind. Have you ever had a craving and then by some twist of fate managed to get it satisfied?
I decided to do my good deed for the day and flip my cubicle-buddy’s recipe calendar from August to September and wouldn’t you know it, but September features a huge picture of hot dogs! Well the kind where you split the franks, add cheese and wrap it all up in a crescent roll, but close enough. Then I go and sit back down and see my menu for Six Packs-N-Dogs up on Mt. Washington with a little drawing of a hot dog on it. Now I’m craving a really good hot dog big-time! Nuking Oscar Meyer franks will not cut it.
So I thought about stopping off on the way home at the Original Hot Dog Shop in Oakland which is kind of on the way, but parking there is impossible. So I resign myself to not satisfying my hot dog craving as the PennDOT semi-annual You Can’t Get There From Here festival is still in full swing.
I get home and realize I’ve got a pack of Giant Eagle (Jint Iggle in Pittsburghese) natural casing hot dogs in the frige. Now I never figured these would taste anything close to the hot dog I was craving, but I plugged in the Foreman grill and had those puppies cooking in no time. I waited until I could hear the casings split and pulled them off. They got dressed with Heinz ketchup and brown Stadium mustard (yeah I know, it’s from Cleveland but it’s the best!). I also grabbed a jar of pickles and sat down to chow. After eating a nice dill pickle, I was smiling again and I reached for a hot dog. Now usually when I cook dogs, they don’t even come close to the good ones I get at a hot dog shop but daaaaannng!!! By some devine intervention or perhaps desperate hunger, these puppies tasted exactly as I remembered those famous Big O dogs did!
Perhaps it was all in my mind, but now I feel like things are on the up-swing. And all because of a couple of hot dogs.
Still licking my chops,
Bri2k