Aaaaah, the Smells of Suburbia
or, What I Grilled for Dinner.
Hot dogs, to be exact--two nice juicy all-beef frankfurters, piled on buns with light mayonnaise and relish, eaten sitting outdoors in my backyard, listening to birds chirruping "Good night" to each other, as the sun set over my back fence.
It doesn't get much better than this--no mosquitoes, no infernal heat, just me, good food, Mother Nature, and some good magazines.
Hot dogs, to be exact--two nice juicy all-beef frankfurters, piled on buns with light mayonnaise and relish, eaten sitting outdoors in my backyard, listening to birds chirruping "Good night" to each other, as the sun set over my back fence.
It doesn't get much better than this--no mosquitoes, no infernal heat, just me, good food, Mother Nature, and some good magazines.