So, Friday night found me at my second Rangers' game. Fun times! I seriously need to look at some sort of ticket package for next season. But that's not the point of this blog.
The point of this blog is food.
Of course.
Because I'm Teddi.
It was past dinner time when we got to the ballpark, so Joseph and I bought dinner before we sat down. I decided on a loaded potato. Yum, yum, yum. One of my favorite things I've discovered here in Texas. Outside of Texas, I've had "loaded potates." I'm just not sure that's what we called it. But, anyway, I'd eaten potatoes topped with all the yummy, heart-fattening, artery-clogging, tastebud-popping toppings . . . butter, sour cream, bacon, chives, cheese . . . my mouth is watering! But here in Texas, a truly truly loaded potato has meat on it as well. So I had mine with BBQ beef. Now that just makes it a truly heavenly meal.
Now if I told you that that was a scrumptious loaded potato, you'd probably laugh. "You ate at the ballpark, Teddi. Scrumptious and ballpark don't even belong in the same sentence." But, I'll tell you, friend, that they do indeed belong in the same sentence. And I'll tell you why. When it comes to food, you have to consider the circumstance in which you are eating it. And for ballpark food, I had a scrumptious loaded potato. (For a barbeque place, a so-so one.)
A little later on, my mouth and my eyes were drooling at the sight of so many hot dogs . . . long ones, short ones, onioned-ones, cheesed-over ones. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I sent Joseph out on a hot dog run. A Chicago dog, to be exact. (And yes, it did take him awhile to return. ;) ) Up until this point in time, I'd refused to eat a Chicago dog. What do people from Chicago know about hot dogs anyway? (Okay, they know a lot.) But last night, I found myself obsessed with trying the pickle-tomato-onion-relish-celery salted American icon of ballpark food. I told Joseph to add mustard. This is what I got. . .
To top off this culinary-palette overload . . . I ate a cookies and cream sundae. That, my friends, was just a little too much.
So, vive la friends to share my food with (I only ate 1/2 the potato and 1/2 the dog), friends to share a game with, and viva la Rangers! May you show the world what it means to be a Texan!
