We need groceries. I'd rather take a beating than go to Walmart on a Saturday afternoon... So we did the usual, and searched the back of the canned goods. You know, the few cans of randomness next to the jar of pimentos and stewed tomatoes, in front of the can of sauerkraut. We had cream of everything soup and chili. We have hot dogs. No buns. Eh, bunless chili dogs it is!!
If you've never fed a 1-year-old a chili dog, save yourself the mess and DON'T. Trust me on this one. They LOVED THEM. Or made love to them, based on all of the places where we found chili when trying to clean them off. If it were summer, it would have been "garden hose" fun. It's winter, they looked like I served chili bombs. Holy crap.
I will be saving future chili dogs to either A) date night when Nana cleans up, or B) when we can just chunk them in the pool and call it a country bath.
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