I said that sometimes this blog would be about corn dogs. How long has it been since I made a genuine ode to mysterious animal byproduct rolled in corn flour and deep fried to white trash culinary perfection? TOO LONG, said the Corn Dog Gods. (I know this church is true.)
Since Utah recently got its first Trader Joe's, my coworkers and I decided to make an adventure of it during lunch today. I picked up oodles of organic this and that, but obviously, this had to come home with me:
There is something so wickedly, delightfully oxymoronic about a wonderful hippie leftist food company trying to sell a healthy corn dog. No Nitrates or Nitrites, guys! (Also, WHAT ON EARTH is the difference between nitrates and nitrites? I don't know. Don't want to know.) It's a corn dog, guys. A CORN DOG. There is no scenario wherein animal byproduct shaped like a machine mold and rolled in corn batter could be considered a wise or fancy choice. Not ever.
Does that mean you shouldn't eat it? Please. You should absolutely eat it, treasure it, and then praise the Corn Dog Gods, AND DON'T FORGET SHISKA DOG GOD, said the Corn Dog Gods in reply. But the day I see someone patting herself on the back for buying a turkey corn dog is the day she should also be openly mocked by all her peers, and possibly throat punched.
That being said, I totally bought these, wrote my name on them, and put them in the office freezer, loving them for exactly what they are.
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Two years ago I started a website to cover Utah horse news and events. It was a ton of work, but really worthwhile, and I felt like I was giving a voice and a community to people who needed one. And it was getting great attention for awhile.
But when I changed jobs, it became important for me to rededicate myself to the money making machine, and take a step back from my writing. It was an incredibly hard decision.
I took down the Facebook page, the website, and closed shop. But I didn't delete it, and I didn't give up my site address. Some part of me said that maybe a better time would come.
I don't know that the time is really better now, but I think that I have to try. With Posie and I looking at a slew of spring shows and harboring ambitions to make a triumphant return to the Wild Horse and Burro Festival in June, I feel reconnected to my favorite community.
I have loved writing for HorseNation the past year, and they have been wonderful in giving me free 'rein' to write about anything that I want. What it taught me, while slightly amusing, is that I love writing about horses just as much as riding them. To most horse lover's abject horror, if given the choice between never riding a horse again and never writing about a horse again, I think I could learn to love them forever from the ground, but I could never give up learning about them and telling their stories.
All that being said, if you are a horse friend, a non-horse friend, or just stopping by, I hope you'll come visit my website and like the Facebook page. We need friends from all over, all experiences, all disciplines! We need artists, photographers, contributors, and Heaven knows that we'd love to have sponsors!
Thanks for your friendship and readership. The internet is a way cool place.