I’ve had a change in my life.
I’ve sunk to a new low.
I’ve switched to Vegetarian Hot Dogs.
I’ve even roasted a meatless weiner over a fire.
Yeah, mind blowing.
If you’re not familiar with Veggie dogs, just imagine a casing not made from tasty animal intestines but of some type of plant based propaganda filled with soy protein and sadness.
I should explain why I made this change.
My wife made me do it.
See a year ago, I had a bad case of gout where I could hardly walk. Since then, my wife and her cronies (better known as doctors) have me eating way less of anything that might contain uric acid (i.e. beef, pork, soda, and stress reducing happy thoughts). At least I have chicken.
That being said, I was surprised that the vegetarian hot dog stayed on the stick. I don’t know if I expected soybeans to pop out and run for their freedom or what, but it never happened.
My wife smiled as she watched me roasting my little piece of obedience until I asked her if we had any chili. She said she would check to see if there was vegetarian chili.
I told her not to bother. That sounds like a crime against humanity.
So anyway, I’ve made a change in my life, hopefully not forever.
At least the bun had gluten.
*Photo courtesy of Ross Findon and Unsplash