My friend Sonja sent me a link this morning to a picture of these hot dogs, which were stuck with dry spaghetti when cold, and then boiled to create these completely awesome Cthulhu-squid-spaghetti monster dogs.
You can find the original post on Livejournal, where the guy who posted the photo says:
…..we tentatively call “hot dogs strikes back”. it is primarily made by inserting dried spaghetti into the hot dogs and then boiling the resulting concoctions. it is fun to make and fun to eat for the whole family and the variations seem endless.
You know what my first thought was? TOFU DOGS! Those things need some sprucing up. Whaddya say? I’m going to put them on my shopping list.
Dreams of the dairy-free
I just woke up, sat up in bed, and grabbed my laptop so I could report that I had a dream of THE LUNCHROOM….
[description of dream beginning, not to be confused with real life]
…..this giant, massive hall with tables and chairs all in a monochromatic scheme of soothing blue, with long rows of buffets and little tables of condiments.
I spent the whole dream wandering through the breakfast area, starving, finding and putting down everything I picked up; cheese blintzes, yogurt smoothies, cream cheese bagels, scrambled eggs with cheddar, cartons of milk, crocks full of real-cream butter (salted and unsalted), little tubs of half-and-half for coffee, cream-filled doughnuts, crepes with ricotta, plate after plate after plate: pick up – put down.
As I reached the corner around one long buffet, I saw two big guards (cafeteria guards? huh?) standing there, both of them wearing dark sunglasses, their arms folded across their chest. Their uniform was the same soothing palette of blues that filled the cafeteria. I smiled at them as I passed, but their stony faces didn’t register.
As I turned the corner, I heard one say to the other, “What is she DOING?”
The other one sounded oddly smug; “She’s lactose-intolerant.”