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Sunday, September 25, 2011

the omnivore's dilemma.

Once upon a time, I went shopping at Target. My family was going on a trip for the weekend and I was picking up some necessary foodstuffs. I headed over to the hot dog section, because, let's be honest, you can't sit around a campfire without roasting some weenies. Well, I was on a special hot dog mission: to find the cheapest Angus Beef Franks. Let me tell you a little secret....THESE HOT DOGS ARE DA BOMB. As in eighth grade slang, da bomb. So delicious. Anyway, I had found my target and reached to take one package out of one of those obnoxious springy slot columns. That contraption was not letting me get those franks if had any say in it. I grabbed with one hand. Tried the other. Gave up and yanked on the package with both hands, abandoning any self dignity I had right in the middle of the meat section. If ever there was a time that the world was trying to tell me to not eat hot dogs, this was it. But by sheer will power, I won those hot dogs. That springy slot column only stood a slight chance, but it lost. 


And those weenies were good. 

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