My first corn dog

Look at that magnificent sunset!
A memorable July 4th at the fair
with Matt and Sarah.

The guy who was editing that photo (above) for us originally had the logo at the bottom of the picture thereby covering up my body and the wheelchair.
Why would anyone assume I wanted to be a floating head above a logo?

That happened to me once before.
I was sunning poolside during vacation in Florida.
A perky young salesgirl was selling pricey suntan products.
Being a people pleaser who was poor at confrontation I let her shmooze me into purchasing a whole line of pricey crap just for the glory of 5 minutes of her approval and attention.

She said to me, "You probably don't want the big bottle since you'll only want to be tanning up here, right?" as she motioned to my chest neck and face.

Mind you, I was in a bathing suit.
My legs were bare to the sun.
Why would she assume I only wanted to tan from there up??

Could it have been because I was overweight?
At the time of this incident (mid 1980s)
I weighed in the 150s.
I was in my early 20s.

I still spent the too much money for the privilege of being insulted by her as she looked disapprovingly down at my cellulite thighs and handed me my lotions.

That was 20 something years ago.

Last night I spoke up.

I told the guy to put the logo on top.
Why would I want to pay for a picture with all that blank sky above us?
He laughed uncomfortably and moved the logo to the top.

"I'm not ashamed of my chair," I told him.
He handed me my receipt and seemed glad to shout, "Next!" as Matt and Sarah wheeled me the hell out of there.

I wish I could go back in time and tell the poolside suntan bitch the same thing.
Maybe last night was my second chance to make it right.
I spoke up.
Glad I did.

But that's not what I wanted to blog about today.
I want to tell you about my first experience eating a corn dog.

Can you believe I'll be 45 this year and I never tried one till last night?

They always look so good when I see people eating them.
Tasty convenience on a stick, right?
I expected the outer layer of whatever-the-hell to taste good, you know, like food.
I imagined the taste of the extra crispy Kentucky Fried Chicken with a hot dog inside.

I imagined wrong.

My buddy handed me the freshly fried all-American fair treat on a stick.
I took a bite and was not entirely sure what I was experiencing.
Whatever it was, it wasn't good.
I can't even describe the awfulness of it.

Fried corn batter in hydrogenated vegetable oil is gross.
Never again.
I peeled off the ghastly batter and ate my sickly looking hot dog on a stick without the corn part.
The hot dog wasn't bad in the same way flat soda isn't bad when you're desperately thirsty.

I think it was the oil they fried it in that was bad.

These fast food joints must reuse the oil to the point of it being rancid or something.
Earlier at the fair I bought us some curly fries for the three of us to share.
I remember loving those curly fries the last time I ate them 5 years ago.

This year, not so much.
There was a powdery texture to the outside of the fries.
I have no idea what it was but whatever it was....bleh!

I had better luck with the Philly cheeseteak (without the cheese and bread).
De-lish!
Also good?
The chicken souvlaki.
Yum!

But in my heart of hearts I knew that the grass fed meats I get from my farmer are completely different foods than the corn/soy/grain fed meats they sell at the fair.
My stomach of stomachs is ready for some farm meat today.

July 4th weekend?
The perfect time to cook some meat!!
I just won't be dipping it in corn flour any time soon.

*Lisa's Video Pick of the Day*
Screwy vegetarians are always telling folks to Meet their Meat!
Well, I have.
And they're happy as pigs in a pasture.
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