Do you ever realize that the package of hot dogs and the package of buns doesn’t equate to the same amount?
This means that you’ll often times be left with two unused hot dogs buns…and then if you buy more hot dogs, you’ll end up with no buns and just hot dogs.
Every day after school I’d come home, hungry, with a desire to sit in front of the television for thirty minutes before I started my homework. I’d wrap a hot dog in a paper towel and stick it in the microwave to cook (why I did this I have no idea). On a rare occasion there’d be a bun but most of the time there was nothing! So I’d eat it with just ketchup and stuff. This had all to do with the dilemma I pointed out above. Too many hot dogs and no buns!
This is a pure example of the left hand not talking to the right hand. Also, why didn’t hot dog companies get in the business of hot dog buns?! It would only make sense. It would’ve cleaned this problem right up.
Anyway, I’ve had chili cheese dogs on my mind recently so I decided to make a version that didn’t scare me. Sometimes hot dogs can scare me a little.
This is why making hot dogs at home is the best case scenario for me. I can ensure that I’m eating hot dogs that are nitrate-free and are made with ingredients I can pronounce.
The chili might be my favorite thing ever. It’s SO fast. No need to sit here and make real chili—that’s too much work. This one cooks up in minutes and is way thicker than the normal soupier version. I think the thicker version works way better when we’re using it as a topping for a hot dog.
If so, then you might remember Rayanne’s mom in My-So-Called-Life? (You also may enjoy this Delia’s catalog throwback I saw via Jessica.) Anyayz, Rayanne’s mom partied and made out with Bobby Dylan and would make microwave appetizers for dinner and let her daughter drink in the house because “if you’re gonna do it, I’d much rather have you do it here…” If me mothering Amelia says anything it says that I’m probably gonna be like Rayenne’s mom. Yesterday as I was finishing my breakfast, I looked down and saw her staring at me lovingly. I wondered if she’d love a bean soaked in egg yolk. I pierced this big ol’ heirloom bean with the tines of my fork and pointed it toward her mouth and she bit it off so daintily, as if she’d been eating with a fork and knife her whole life.
I made a little Instagram video, posted it and then deleted it because I thought people would judge me. I was afraid of being perceived as a bad dog mom!!! But maybe I am. Maybe I’m just too lax.
One year ago, on Valentine’s Day, I could’ve sworn I was going to die alone. And I might die alone, who knows, but right now it feels like I might be OK, which feels great! and hopeful!
Two years ago, on Valentine’s Day, I went to dinner with my best friend, Teri, and the server thought we were a lesbian couple. It kind of made us chuckle.
Here’s the thing about Valentine’s Day: I get that it’s about love, cupid and chocolate or whatever, but it’s kind of an exclusive holiday.
It’s like, if you’re psyched to be in a relationship, married, etc., then it’s awesome. And if you’re single and excited to be single, then it’s sort of just an ignored holiday. But, if you’re single and you don’t want to be single, then Valentine’s Day is an annoying holiday.
Since I think exclusivity is just stupid, I’ve made you a dish for you to make for yourself.