One of my favorite midnight snacks is a hot dog (or two) at a total mom and pop shotgun of a diner in Cleveland. Mom and Pop argue and watch the Indians (as in, the baseball team) while you eat at the counter, taking in the sports paraphernalia on the walls and listening to scores. Classic.
Side note. I have been watching the Olympics. A lot. Matt’s parents are obsessed, Matt is obsessed, I am obsessed (though getting a little antsy not fully watching every evening as I’d been. And yet…). This is really sinking into my daily doings as I wonder what, say, Scott Hamilton would think about a good sentence, or the howl of shock and disbelief escaping the mouth of some other esteemed someone as I fail at getting a good thread tension during qualifying rounds on the sewing machine.
Anyway, no golds today for this American, but plenty of internal monologue.
Amen! No food should be off-limits if you are an otherwise healthy person. I’m following a similar personal maintenance plan, eating what I know is good for me most of the time but not denying myself those indulgences that make me glad I have taste buds. A world without cheese and butter is one I don’t want to live in
Hello Kelli, I just discovered your blog (did a search on google for something and your blog came up…) and quite enjoy your writing. I couldn’t resist commenting on the coney dog. I grew up in Flint, Michigan, dare I say the birthplace of the coney dog, or at least a place where the coney dog is considered fine dining. Seeing the picture is like the bell ringing for Pavlov’s dog. Quite tasty!
Thanks for your comment, and I’m glad you like the blog. My partner in crime is a native Michigander and insisted I be schooled on the ways of the local diner. I have to say, the Coney Dog brings bad-for-you tasty to a whole new level.
God bless America.
One of my favorite midnight snacks is a hot dog (or two) at a total mom and pop shotgun of a diner in Cleveland. Mom and Pop argue and watch the Indians (as in, the baseball team) while you eat at the counter, taking in the sports paraphernalia on the walls and listening to scores. Classic.
Side note. I have been watching the Olympics. A lot. Matt’s parents are obsessed, Matt is obsessed, I am obsessed (though getting a little antsy not fully watching every evening as I’d been. And yet…). This is really sinking into my daily doings as I wonder what, say, Scott Hamilton would think about a good sentence, or the howl of shock and disbelief escaping the mouth of some other esteemed someone as I fail at getting a good thread tension during qualifying rounds on the sewing machine.
Anyway, no golds today for this American, but plenty of internal monologue.
Jenny, I love you.
Amen! No food should be off-limits if you are an otherwise healthy person. I’m following a similar personal maintenance plan, eating what I know is good for me most of the time but not denying myself those indulgences that make me glad I have taste buds. A world without cheese and butter is one I don’t want to live in
Couldn’t have said it better, myself!
Hello Kelli, I just discovered your blog (did a search on google for something and your blog came up…) and quite enjoy your writing. I couldn’t resist commenting on the coney dog. I grew up in Flint, Michigan, dare I say the birthplace of the coney dog, or at least a place where the coney dog is considered fine dining. Seeing the picture is like the bell ringing for Pavlov’s dog. Quite tasty!
Thanks for your comment, and I’m glad you like the blog. My partner in crime is a native Michigander and insisted I be schooled on the ways of the local diner. I have to say, the Coney Dog brings bad-for-you tasty to a whole new level.