During a grocery trip this evening to Fareway, I was almost ensnared by the alluring siren song of a package of corn dogs in the end-cap freezer of the last aisle before checkout. As we walked by I couldn't help but say the words aloud.
"Corrrrrrrrrrn doggggggggggs. Mmmm."
My shopping cart momentum was carrying me forward, however, and I fought off the impulse buy.
Our second stop was a gas station to get a fountain soda, and my subconscious mind was already at work, directing me to choose the gas station known for keeping corn dogs on it's dog-roller-cooker-device (those devices are quite ingenious by the way, perfectly cooking hot dogs, taquitos, or any other cylindrical foods, from every possible rotation). Unfortunately, I was ultimately defeated in my subconcious quest for a corn dog, as the roller tray was empty!
Upon returning home, I went with the next logical craving, and made myself some cappuccino, using our Mocha Master mixer/warmer/frother for the first time (another great device). In this picture you see my tasty drink, enhanced by its presentation in my most prized office possession from our time in DC, the FBI mug. Behold.
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