Besides a great tan and some really spiffy sandals?
That’s right, hot dogs!
When summer rolls around, Meg loves a hot dog cooked on the grill. Place that in a split top bun With chopped onions, spicy mustard and a cold beer and there you have it. OK, maybe she needs a side of chips with that. And possibly some baked beans, because if you are from Boston, baked beans are part of your DNA.
As Meg shops in various markets, she always checking out the deli, just to see how things stack up versus what she was used to at home. Sadly, the large variety of goodies she was used to isn’t there. Where is the sharp provolone? The parmesan pesto ham? More importantly, where are the hot dogs?
Meg’s husband requested hot dogs a few weeks ago. Meg confidently trooped out the store thinking there would be a large variety to choose from. And she was sadly mistaken. There were NONE at the deli, but the selection in the processed meat section (I can’t think of what else to call it…) was woefully inadequate, and heinous. She ultimately selected a brand called Nathans for her husband, and Meg promptly elected to have a cheeseburger for herself. That’s how much she hated what she had to choose from.
Meg would like to know where Texas is hiding the Deutchmaker individually wrapped hot dogs? She is going to have to hold some steaks and barbecue sauce hostage if you don’t pony them up, OK?
One more thing to add to my New England vacation list:
Thin pizza that does not taste like cardboard
Good Chinese that is spicy
Decent seafood that isn’t farm raised tilapia
Ken’s salad dressing that isn’t goddamn RANCH dressing
Meg assures you, she has been working out like a fiend to accomodate the ever growing food fest she has scheduled in August, when she returns to her beloved homeland.
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