Being a specific food connoisseur, it is important that you refrain from over-eating your selected treat of choice, in order to remain unbiased and to keep from becoming satiated. Moderation is key, so that each and every bite is an unique experience, worthy of your taste buds.
With that in mind, I have invited fellow dog-thusiast Kim (@kimberlygirling) to guest blog a handful of her favorite hot dog memories. I am pleased to post her first of a four-part series...
Two-foot Flute
Summer 2010: My friend Chris had just moved to Manitoba from Grand Prairie, Alberta, so one weekend we decided to take a little trip out to Grand Beach Provincial Park. I know, I know, Manitoba isn't known for it's beaches; but the white sand at Grand Beach is really a provincial treasure! After a day of sun and sand, we were on our way home when we spotted a sign at a roadside diner offering two-foot long hot dogs. Two feet!! That sounded like a challenge to me!! Naturally, I bet Chris a buck that I could finish an entire two-foot long hot dog, so we parked the car and prepared ourselves for a four-foot long feast of hot dog deliciousness.
They were surprisingly gigantic; so huge, in fact, that I felt a little ridiculous eating it. Chris snapped this pic of me, playing myself a pre-dinner ditty on my hot dog flute. This is just minutes before it disappeared down my hot dog chute. I left that roadside diner one dollar richer. Boom.
With that in mind, I have invited fellow dog-thusiast Kim (@kimberlygirling) to guest blog a handful of her favorite hot dog memories. I am pleased to post her first of a four-part series...
Two-foot Flute
Summer 2010: My friend Chris had just moved to Manitoba from Grand Prairie, Alberta, so one weekend we decided to take a little trip out to Grand Beach Provincial Park. I know, I know, Manitoba isn't known for it's beaches; but the white sand at Grand Beach is really a provincial treasure! After a day of sun and sand, we were on our way home when we spotted a sign at a roadside diner offering two-foot long hot dogs. Two feet!! That sounded like a challenge to me!! Naturally, I bet Chris a buck that I could finish an entire two-foot long hot dog, so we parked the car and prepared ourselves for a four-foot long feast of hot dog deliciousness.
They were surprisingly gigantic; so huge, in fact, that I felt a little ridiculous eating it. Chris snapped this pic of me, playing myself a pre-dinner ditty on my hot dog flute. This is just minutes before it disappeared down my hot dog chute. I left that roadside diner one dollar richer. Boom.
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