Confessions of a Midnight Hot Dog Devourer
Last night, I found myself standing in front of the fridge at 2 a.m., judging my life choices and also, apparently, craving hot dogs. Not the fancy kind—just the basic, supermarket ones. I microwaved two, slathered them in way too much mustard, and ate them over the sink like some sort of culinary outlaw.
Honestly, I don’t even know if I like hot dogs or if I just like the idea of eating something so unapologetically trashy. Maybe it’s the rebellion against adulthood’s quinoa salads and meal prepping. Maybe it’s nostalgia for childhood summers. Or maybe, at 2 a.m., all food is comfort food.
Anyway, no regrets. Sometimes, the best meals are the ones you eat in secret, in your pajamas, while questioning your existence. If you’ve ever done the same, solidarity. We’re all just trying to ketchup with ourselves. 🌭
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