hot dogs

“What do you and Eric talk about?” Here is today’s conversation:

And the fairy tale begins.

Why Eric is my knight in shining armor. Afternoon conversation. 

Me- In my I-school fairy tale land. Thinking, thinking, thinking.

Eric: Do you like hotdogs?

Me: (Thinking bubble bursts. Spit water out laugh). Oh my god that was the perfect thing to say at the perfect time. (Still laughing)

Eric: That was not rhetorical.

Me-thinking… That is a very difficult question to answer. When you say hotdog, my first thought was burning hot dogs with my brother when I was about 7 years old. We put the hotdogs in the pan and went out front to play. Smoke, alarm. It turned out all right, but the pan became the pan with the ‘burnt handle’. Then I thought well, what kind of hot dog? I I used to dislike the gritty ones and then there is the bun. Too much, to dry ruins the experience. Too big, ew. Then my thought went to college when my roommates and I would go to the gas station on late nights and get gnarly dogs- mayonnaise and jalapeños. yum. I also remember throwing up many hot dogs in my days. Then is it like a summer coney island kind of hot dog wrapped in tinfoil? Toppings, especially mustard is key. Then I remembered turkey dogs for a brief fad. Laughing with my dad in a cabin about how his own dog wouldn’t eat the turkey hot dog. hey, i wonder what other people talk about? Then the vegetarian years on/off/on/off.. so they still sort of gross me out. So its not like I would run out to the store for some hot dogs Id rather eat my beans, and Erics home made tortillas. Yes, I have some fond memories of hot dogs, and some painful ones too. Then those sad feelings started burbling up- 

Eric: You still haven’t answered my question, because I would get a bagel dog.

Me: (grateful for the interruption- laughs!) God, I love you… now is a bagel dog considered a hot dog? 

Eric: Yup

Me- that is the beauty and simplicity that is the man I married. 

Eric: Unless the bagel to bun ratio is off then (own rant about differential dogs). 

10 minutes later…

Laughing together. 

Eric: Cuz I was thinking we could have hot dogs.

Me: Nope. 

Eric: Where are you going?

Me: to go write this down.

(The purpose of the hotdog story, for I.School, is to demonstrate my thought processes. I do not take questions lightly. I may seem aloof on the outside, but I assure you, I think about things. A lot. My approach to education is very serious. And with that being said, the flip side is to have fun. Enjoy life. Especially with a life-partner who can make you laugh!)