Niman-Schell hot dogs with relish, sauerkraut, and mustard; green salad
SUNDAY BREAKFAST was our usual soft-boiled egg with toast and café au lait; then a two-hour drive. Lunch was a fourme d'Ambert sandwich and an apple, on the trail — eight miles today, in about three hours, with the pack on.
So we were hungry at dinner time, but too tired to eat. I picked up a couple of packages of hot dogs at Trader Joe's — Lindsey likes the Niman-Schell beef hot dogs, nothing fancy, baseball park fare. She broiled them in the oven, and warmed up some Downtown Bakery buns, and I went out to the garden and picked lettuce.
Now and then I change my usual salad strategy. Tonight Lindsey had crushed garlic in oil, but instead of vinegar I whisked in the end of the bottle of pickle relish: and after throwing those delicious little leaves in the bowl over the dressing, I top-dressed them with another drizzle of olive oil and sprinkled more salt on top. We need salt, after a hike like that.
Pomegranate juice
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Congratulations on your 51st anniversary. Lucy and I celebrated our 29th on Cinquo de Mayo [we've been together 34 years]. Due to chauffeur duty and my screwing up our restaurant reservation, we celebrated at home . . . and watched the Oakland A's, though not with hot dogs.
Baseball without hot dogs! Strange...
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