ahhhhhhhh

Today I have sinned. I have given in. I have given way.
I have left my high-fiber low-fat diet and plunged to the depths of depravity.
Yes, I ate a Texas Hot for lunch.

Tuesdays and Thursdays I have class, so I don't take a lunch.
Since I am notoriously and self-admittedly unable to make lunches for myself and bring them to work, on Tuesdays and Thursdays I often go without.

But not today. Today my boss said she would be lunching at a local ice-cream joint with her husband. She offered to get me something; said the Texas Hots were really good.

What is a Texas Hot, you ask? As I found out today, it is a thoroughly fatty beef frank in a bun, covered with rivers of gorgeous chili, mounds of chopped fresh onion, and mustard.

A mess of a meal, in fact.
But absolute heaven - the hotdog, glorious with grease, drowned in spicy beans and ground beef, and swirled with bright yellow mustard, little chunks of tasty onion hidden underneath, dyed red and yellow from the mingling sauces.... Yep, I don't think I've ever tasted anything so wonderful.