I've started blogging over at
heatherplusmike.com. I'll link here when I post there, in case any of you are interested.
Confession: Hot dogs are directly responsible for me quitting vegetarianism after more than 15 years. You guys, I love hot dogs. My brother, Matthew, and I used to split a package of
Lit'l Smokies when we came home from school (for the record, that’s four servings each; it’s a miracle we're not dead). I like a hot dog off the grill, I like a boiled dog, I like a dog charred in the flames of a campfire, I like sliced dogs stirred into stovetop mac and cheese, I like pigs in a blanket...I even like tofu dogs, but when I was faced with a hot dog at my first Mets game in Shea Stadium, I folded like a cheap suit. Folks at my old magazine caught wind and asked if I'd eat meat for a week and
write about it. The rest is history. Sweet sweet sustainably-and-humanely raised animal-eating history.
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