Wednesday, May 20, 2009

baseball brats

I might be using it as an excuse for someone else to cook, but I swear Cicero Little League hotdogs are more spectacular than your typical dogs.   It could be that I haven't eaten all day and/or I truly appreciate a quick meal, but each night we have had a game I crave a Hoffman hotdog.  It's as American as baseball and apple pie (hmmm, they should serve apple pie at the field, too).  I only wish I could afford more than one when I treat myself and they came with potato chips and a coke, too.  Nope.  Hot dog and water for me.
And a smile for the baseball field ritual.


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