I suppose the whole premise of writing about sausages is that lingering on their flavor and individuality is crucial to "proper" enjoyment. After all, since coming to Poland, no sausage I've tasted has been alike. The photo-blog offers me the opportunity to archive my food for posterity. In other words, hypothetically, no sausage is ephemeral.
But that's not true in the real world. Because sometimes food is so perfect and you are so hungry, that you can't even know how much you want to remember the food until you've eaten it (and, maybe, chugged a Coke or beer to wash it down). One recent time this happened to me, I was enjoying my standing room "seats" at Wrigley Field with the assistance of a juicy kosher hot dog. Yes it had celery salt, onions, relish, and mustard, so I was feeling so Chicagoan I couldn't think at all. Whoops, the only way I can prove that this happened is with the above lonely, ketchup soaked fry.
Last week, I bought what felt like 67% of IKEA over the course of 7 hours (one of those numbers -- only -- is an exaggeration). Despite a silly little lox salad consumed before entering the passageway of model bedrooms, offices, and kitchens, I was starving by the time I made it to the concessions stand at the end.
The 2 hot dogs I ate for 1 złoty a piece were perfect even though they were the skinniest little things. You'll just have to trust me, because there's no photographic evidence.
that lone fry looks delectable.
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