If You Know, You Know. There is Not Much Better than a Hoffman Hotdog, Especially When It Has Been a Minute Since You've Had Them. Go, Wegman's! Go!

I didn't find NYS salt potatoes, but I did get Hoffman's at the Norwalk Wegman's and that's all I needed to do to leave with a smile on my face. We grew up at Heid's hotdogs, and if there was a barbecue, chances are Hoffman's were service. Not to create a national weenie complex, but I've never enjoyed the hot dogs in other states. I was raised by the best, and there's just something about them.

Last night, before walking Karal, I found myself in a quandary about what I should have for dinner when I remembered I had the hotdogs in the fridge. Ding Ding Ding. I cooked up a few for the week and, channeling Mimi-Sue (I didn't have hot dog buns), I used Tuscan bread also purchased at Wegman's. The bread and the Star-bellied Frankfurter party were worth the 15 minutes it took to start up the grill and cook the dogs.

Did a pharmacy run, saw my dermatologist, got gas, and dog-sat Rico Suave Dorado Arrezo Kelly...his first outing and he did great. He got a bath (he loved it) and he didn't pee inside once (which he does all the time at Pam's). He also loved having zoom runs around the back yard and fell in love with the only squeaky toy in the house that Karal hasn't destroyed. It was a fun day.

This morning is dog-sitting part II, a haircut, and awaiting the arrival of Kanyea, Courtney, and Malia Celine. We'll enjoy the crazy on Mt. Pleasant again. Here's to their safe travels.