The other day, when leaving Home Depot, my son, Hugh, spotted & smelled the vendor who flips hot dogs at the door to the store. Hugh had a $1.25 in his pocket and asked if he could get one. Being in a weakened motherly state, I said “Sure!” and even spotted him the additional 75 cents needed for the $2 dog.
You need to know this splurge was out of character for me. I don’t each much meat. Not for any particular reason, it’s just how I’ve been since my childhood. And one of my least favorite meat items is hot dogs. You will rarely find them at my house - even though my kids & husband love them.
Well, according to my son, this was the best hot dog he ever had in his life. In the car on the way home, he pontificated that the reason it was the best hot dog was because the vendor made them with compassion and hope. He was hoping someone would buy one.
Wow! A hot dog made with compassion and hope. That’s one worth biting into! As you know, you are what you eat.
first published online in 2010 at www.LongLisa.com