The Beer Bitch

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Hot dogs

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I meant to cook some Mexican food, so we could start celebrating Cinco de Mayo last night, but a funny thing happened at the butcher shop.

I only went there to pick up some chorizo to go into my refried beans, but sitting in the corner of the butcher case were 6 beautiful, plump all beef hot dogs calling out to me.

I know what you’re thinking. Hot dogs? Sorta lowbrow and gross, right? Not from our butcher. He makes the best sausages. Also, we had some buns to use up from the brats we had eaten earlier in the week. So dinner plans changed.

In the past, I reserved hot dog eating for baseball games, but we live in BFE, which is nowhere near any sporting arenas. So, if I want to have a hot dog once a year, I’m gonna have to cook it myself. Or have Sean do it.

When I got home Sean gave me a sort of puzzled look. Later, when it was time to actually cook dinner, he asked me again, a little incredulously, if we were really having hot dogs?

Yes. We had hot dogs. And they were delicious. Sean ate two.

See for yourself.

Hot dogs

In the corner of the plate is some of that leftover healthy risotto I made the night before. You didn’t see that, alright?

Here was our homage to Mexican food, even though I still haven’t gotten around to making any actual food.

Beers and shots.

Those are tequila shots. It should be known that I hate tequila, and usually end up in tears or extremely angry when I drink it. I’ve been trying to have a shot every now and then to see if I start to like it. So far, I don’t like it.

These are the flowers my awesome boyfriend picked in the yard for me that afternoon. Isn’t he the greatest, even if he doesn’t always trust my culinary instincts?

Flowers and pinball.

You can also see our pinball machine in the corner. It’s vintage and silly, and we like to refer to our house as the Vine Street Archade and HiFi Emporium. Or at least Sean does.

He thinks I hate the pinball machine and want to get rid of it, but I secretly love it. Don’t tell him.


Written by thebeerbitch

May 2, 2008 at 4:02 pm

8 Responses

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  1. I like the pinball machine and all… but if you get an air hockey table I’m moving in.



    May 2, 2008 at 8:18 pm

  2. @CamiKaos– OMG if we get an air hockey table I may never leave again. Except for when I have no opponents. Because it would be sad to play alone.


    May 2, 2008 at 10:19 pm

  3. Hello Daughter, long time, no hear. I had to make contact, CamiKaos made a point of teling me you were on. Godd to know you are doing okay, Hot Dogs can be great. My favorites were the smokie links we got the Astrodome in Houston, they were great with the LoneStar Bear. NanaKaos


    May 3, 2008 at 9:59 pm

  4. uuummmm beeer. I’ll be there for air hockey too. Husband can play pinball…


    May 4, 2008 at 3:41 pm

  5. Hi, just visiting from Cami’s. Love the pinball machine, and I want a hot dog now.

    Jo Beaufoix

    May 4, 2008 at 5:34 pm

  6. Hi, just visiting from Cami’s. Love the pinball machine, and I want a hot dog now.

    Jo Beaufoix

    May 4, 2008 at 5:36 pm

  7. Beer in the title. Hot Dogs and tequila on the menus. Can’t ask for any more on a first visit. I stopped by via Camikaos by the way.

    Travis Erwin

    May 4, 2008 at 7:41 pm

  8. Long time listener first time caller. …not really but yeah, your gay husband sent me your link and now i look forward to more posts. what better way to spend my days. had a leinenkugal yesterday …mmmm.

    double yoo tee ef!

    May 5, 2008 at 4:56 pm

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