Tonight, Quinn's host family insisted on feeding me hot dogs while we watched the soccer game (side note: Chile has won the past two games and is going to the World Cup!!! I am trying really hard to care more about these things since I'm in South America and it's obligatory). Oh, but not any old kind of hot dog. Not even a completo. They served me hot dog sandwich -- they cut up a hot dog, put it between two slices of toast, added some lettuce, tomato, mayo, ketchup, and mustard, and called it something weird in Spanish that I now forget.
When I was a little kid, hot dogs were one of my favorite foods...but I've never gotten quite this creative with them before.
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