I love a good hot dog. You don’t even want to know how many hot dogs I could eat in one sitting if dared to. (Please dare me, please dare me — all I need is a reason). And cheeseburgers. Yowza. A little ketchup, mustard — and mayo, of course. Burger Heaven.
I always hear a lot of gagging noises when I say how much I love mayonnaise. But, I’m convinced those noises are only because everyone always talks about how fattening and bad for you it is. And, because it wiggles when it’s on a spoon and that’s just weird. However, I think people love mayo more than they ever let on. How could you not love potato or macaroni salad? That’s so un-American, especially around the 4th of July. (SN: You know whose mac salad I always hated? Price Chopper’s. Soup city.)
So, on this 4th of July, I’m preparing a picnic feast for two — the works. Which means I need to allow more time for my shopping trip because I don’t know my way around Tony’s Finer Food (one of our grocery stores here), since there is no Hannaford or Price Chopper. And I refuse to go to Walmart.
Also — I don’t know if there has been/will be a 4th of July that comes and goes without me at least briefly thinking of the 4th of July episode of Saved by the Bell.
I still maintain that Stacey Carosi (far left) should have won the Miss Liberty Pageant…on outfit alone. I mean, really. Come on, Kapowski, with the Little House on the Prairie meets Minnie Mouse dress? Shame on you, Zack Morris.