I won't go down with the ship...

Sunday, April 15, 2007
There's a reason I no longer eat hot dogs anymore, and today I was forcefully reminded what that reason is. They're disgusting and they make me sick. Don't even get me started on what goes "into" a hotdog either. However, they mean the return of Spring to me here in Edmonton. You just KNOW that the warm weather is here to stay (for a couple of months anyways) when the Fat Franks hotdog vendor sets up shop outside of the Mountain Equipment Co-op near my house. Mmm, nothing makes you think of spring more than the smell of greasy, flame-broiled pig (and/or other animals) bits.

On my way to the store this afternoon, I had to pass by MEC to get to the bus. I could spot the red and white umbrella of the Fat Frank cart the moment I stepped out of the alley. Oooooh, what a great treat that would be to have for lunch on the way back. Went and did my shopping, caught the bus back, and stopped at the cart, picking up a jumbo dog (their standard size) and a coke. Walked the block and a half home, dropped the groceries inside the door, and garnished that bad boy with copious amounts of mustard and a hint of relish. Mmmmm.

The memories of sunshine on my skin, soft green grass under my feet, the sound of children playing, and my freckles once again awaking from their winter hibernation did not last. It seems my stomach was not happy with my meal choice. And to prove it's point, it began to rumble, grumble, and protest. An hour later, I ended up hugging a giant piece of porcelian vowing to never ever eat processed meat again. No matter how much it smells like springtime.


However, just like Molly Brown, the Captain of the Swiftsure is unsinkable. I recovered (mostly) and made a fabulous thick veggie soup with lots of veggies and just the right amount of cumin. Much better than a weiner any day ... wait ... let me rephrase that ... I mean ...

On a sad note, this weekend marked the anniversary of the Titanic sinking, and June Callwood, often referred to as Canada's Conscience, passed away at the age of 82.

5 comments:

Wandering Coyote said...

Well, you know what they say about hotdogs: lips and assholes. Sorry you got sick. I hope the vendor was cooking everything properly and runs a cleanly operation.

kelly said...

wow...too bad you react so violently to hot dogs, I like them, and they smell sooo good at those outdoor carts

glad you like the book

Barbara Bruederlin said...

June Callwood was such an amazing person. She was so witty and clever and caring, and took her imminent death in stride with such grace. A real loss.

Red said...

I remember the last time I had a hot dog. It was at the London Film Festival and I had tickets to see Snake Eyes (don't ask...). I had gone to the cinema straight from work and I was famished. I had a hot dog... Cue much porcelain hugging (love that expression!).

That was about... well, more than 11 years ago, because * wasn't even in the picture then. It put me off real good! I haven't missed hot dogs at all, and even now whenever I see one, all I feel is utter revulsion.

Hope your stomach has settled somewhat.

* (asterisk) said...

I don't eat street hotdogs anymore. They just seem so grim. Although I'm sure they're much grimmer here than there.

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