So yesterday I was a little freaked out about the amount of buns we had left vs. the amount of actual hot dogs in the fridge. I was a little concerned that the poor buns would languish on the counter without a mate until they finally got thrown out. (No, there's no deep psychological significance here from my college days, really). So, I tried to sell the boys on the hottest new breakfast item on the menu. Banana instead of dog, peanut butter instead of mustard? Who wouldn't love that? I threw a little cinnamon on the top as insurance and made my pitch. I had two takers and a third who broke down after watching the others' delight. The other buns got slathered with butter, sugar and cinnamon and sold at a discount. I'll have to talk to Hubs about nailing down a more accurate bun::dog ratio next time.
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