July 4th……Independence Day - 2011

I have to confess the hotdog I ate today tasted good, but being old doctors, Phil and I had to spend the rest of the day passing gas from both ends……(hotdogs always taste better with beans).  Yes we would exercise two hours tomorrow for a hotdog today, and of course, we would self medicate by doubling the dose of Lipitor just in case the fat laden chunks of assorted animal parts and floor grime that was packed neatly into that beloved hotdog really settled into one of our coronary arteries and block blood flow to our heart muscle.  But that’s ok, cause the hotdog was kosher.

Too add more fat to fat and insure the stress and burden to our frail and failing and aging circulatory dynamics, there were a few cupcakes that were carefully dissected and ingested, and then after everyone was truly filled with filth and there was truly no way back to sanity, a huge, warm, moist and full chocolate cake came marching out the door surrounded by a bucket of vanilla ice cream to lubricate the passage of the full rich glue like dense chocolate down our innards to seal the coffin.  

       

This is how we spent this July 4^th with friends, and in fact with one of my two oldest and bestest friends in the world, Phil Hellreich.   I did the cooking so all of the 25 odd hamburgers and 40 hotdogs that were consumed that day were grilled by yours truly.  My mouth was watering the entire time I was cooking and so were my eyes from the grease that was bounding off the grill fueled by the fat dribbles seeping from the cooking “meat” onto the charcoal - shooting microscopic explosions that ricocheted back into my eyes.  Indeed my glasses were so covered with grease; I had to soak them in Lipitor for 3 hours to get them clean.

Others were not as restrained or remorseful.  I witnessed a few guests eating MORE than one hotdog and more than one hamburger….yikes…..yikes and a half.  As it was, all of this guilt was for one dog and ½ half of a hamburger.   But there was no stopping those who found it easy to sneak a bite of fat in between words to keep the conversation fueled like lighting oil.    Did anyone touch the fruit salad???  How many will survive until the fireworks later this evening we have not a clue.  At least for now, no one cared about what was consumed and is looking forward to the lights, noise and fireworks celebration of our July 4^th day of independence.   God Bless America!