i have been on a hot dog jones for quite awhile now and i'm tellin' ya, i gotta stop. not that i will, but i gotta.
at this late stage in my life, i have suddenly discovered chicago-style hot dogs. i have long been a fan of chicago-style pizza, but in all my flesh and glory, i am here to tell you that, until this summer, i had never in my whole dysfunctional life heard of chicago-style hot dogs. i know? right? how did i get a master's degree?
but anyway, i had somehow managed to grow up, get married - twice, have a child, have two going on five grandchildren, and still never hear about chicago-style hot dogs. (houston? i am the problem.)
but anyway, just as charlie and olivia jump up and down so fast it makes their teeth knock together at the mere mention of the word "ketchup," i'm doin' some jumping jacks of my own over hot dogs.
jumping jacks......hmmmmm......wonder how many jumping jacks it takes to burn up however many calories there are in a chicago-style hot dog.
a lot.
