Monroe's Lives On
I leave blogging to bloggers, crafting to crafters and eating to eaters. I feel safer that way. But sometimes, labels get mixed up, mabels get fixed up, and i eat a lot of chili cheese dogs. There is a small history to this story. When I was young, I would go to the hardware store with my dad on the weekends. Across the street was Monroe's-a pool hall that had the best dern chili cheese dogs I have ever had. In the past year, I have started craving these Monroe's chili cheese dogs, and subsequently have searched all over the town I currently live in (shall remain nameless-do not want to shame the place I live.) to no avail. I think I may have tried every chili cheese dog here, and I have to say, they may be trying to hard. It was only recently I discovered that it may be that I have extremely low standards when it comes to chili cheese dogs. So low, no one can live up to them. Which brings us to the above picture. Courtesy of Tanna's brain, and Gretchen's knowledge of the location of the best sunsets around, we all went a camp firing, and a cookin...may I present, chili cheese dogs from heaven....Hormel Canned Chili (no beans), Velveeta Cheese slices (no real ingredients), Oscar Meyer Weiners with speckles of orange "cheese" (everyone was indeed in love with me after these dogs), and the only buns Safeway carried...I could almost here those billiards a clickin n clackin.
Look where I live! They don't call me Luckylucy for nothin!(mmmm, well, they really don't call me luckylucy)
And fer dessert? Boats of banana-nanas!
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