Annnnnnnd, nothing says "I'm awesome" like buying, oh, say, a couple dozen hot dogs. And a 5-pound bag of frozen tater tots. By yourself. At 10 o'clock. On a Friday night.
Friday, May 21, 2010
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So I'm getting ready for a kids' church activity tomorrow, where I'm doing a little yapping about my mission. To help the wee ones understand that upstate New York is just as exotic as those other places people go on missions and eat cow testicles or chicken feet or duck fetus or what have you, I'm preparing mini-garbage plates for a little food sample.
Annnnnnnd, nothing says "I'm awesome" like buying, oh, say, a couple dozen hot dogs. And a 5-pound bag of frozen tater tots. By yourself. At 10 o'clock. On a Friday night.
Annnnnnnd, nothing says "I'm awesome" like buying, oh, say, a couple dozen hot dogs. And a 5-pound bag of frozen tater tots. By yourself. At 10 o'clock. On a Friday night.
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Ugh, that looks so gross. But because I want to do everything that makes me more cultured, I want to try it.
I had no idea what a garbage hot plate was. How did it go over with the kids? I bet they were pretty impressed!
Um, Yum.
Also, please serve wings. And Beef on Weck.
And take them to Wegman's.
I never did get around to having a garbage plate while I was there. The Layton's had some Rochester company custom cater garbage plates at a reunion right after I got home. (I think you were there it was October 2007.) My lack of experience in such matters shined through when I thought, "Where are the buns?"
Mmm, garbage plate.
Mmm, garbage plate.
For a second, I thought I was on C&J's blog.
My first thought seeing that was, "Oh, I remember when the Laytons (they live across the street from me) got home from their mission and had those for a reunion." I still don't see the appeal.
Why didn't you tell me you were making garbage plates? I would have showed up for the feast.
Love it! I saw my kids' and thought "That HAD to come from the New York room!"
nasty
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