True Confessions

I've been having loads of fun with my sister and two oldest nieces the last couple days, so I haven't had much time for blogging. We've eaten a lot of delicious food-- another trip to Founding Farmers, our maiden voyage to Ray's Hell Burger, and and amazing root beer float-- and we've also ridden the metro tons and gone to museums and trekked in the snow and laughed ourselves silly (Bria is in heaven with her cousins). So, I've been a little busy. But I have to share something I think is ridiculous. I couldn't find anything suitable for lunch yesterday (my sister was out conquering various museums and memorials on her own while I stayed home with a napping Bria), so I paired a Hebrew National hot dog (best brand, by far) with a single thin slice of toasted homemade bread and ketchup. I realize I have mentioned hot dogs about four times too many on this blog now, but holy cow. It was amazing! I even had another one for lunch today-- like five minutes ago. Yum yum yum-- that crispy but chewy bread was a match made in heaven for that all-beef dog.

OK, I know this blog is called posh ganache and I proclaim to be a connoisseur of fine foods and to have a sophisticated palate, blah blah blah. So, really, I'm sorry! I hope we can still be friends even though I love hot dogs so much.