Do you remember that story I told about the farm we belong to and the twenty organic pumpkins that arrived on our back porch one day?
Do you remember how much I love cabbage?
Do you know about my obsession with other people's back yard chickens?
So, Ace has been spending a lot of time with a fine clean cut young man we refer to as "The Sheriff" for reasons we won't reveal on the blog, but trust me if ever a pseudonym fit this one does!
NO KIDDING!
The first time we had the opportunity to have a meal with him he was a terrific sport about letting me capitalize on the obvious pseudonym. He earned lots of bonus points on the Wanda Louise humor scale for this.
Which was a good thing....
Because then he told us the story of how he went out with friends after church and ate....
A ONE POUND HOT DOG!!
I don't even know where to go with this story....
For the love of processed meat!!
It takes a lot to make me speechless....
Usually if I buy hot dogs I buy them one pound at a time -- in the form of 8 hot dogs, which are consumed by at least four and sometimes five people.
I'm glad I didn't witness this, and sort of regret knowing about it.
But besides the sodium nitrate addiction the Sheriff is a very nice young man. We've shared a few more meals with him since then and he seems to enjoy normal food.
Hey Sheriff stop by for dinner any time.
I've got a giant grill on my Amazon wish list.
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