Today I decided to try to continue my semi productive streak and once I hauled my lazy butt out of bed I did.
Many things done today one of them was grocery shopping (yes I took the path of least resistance last night and ordered the pizza.)
One of the items I bought was hot dogs. It was just one item out of many in my basket and I really didn't think much about it.
I went out to watch the Daytona 500 today with some phriends and my brain was kind of itching. And I remembered the Peanuts Cookbook!
One of the first things I ever collected was Peanuts stuff. I was not necessarily that in tune to all of the underlying concepts behind the daily cartoon strips but Ma encouraged me to read them and collect stuff.
Also (to my Ma's chagrin) I was a very picky and light eater (as Bob, Jen, Christina will attest to)
Many times Ma would make me a separate meal. And other times she would tell me supper came from the Peanuts Cookbook which was good enough for me!
One sandwich was called the Snoopy Sandwich. Basically a hot dog quartered put on a piece of bread covered with a slice of cheese and put in the broiler for ab out 5 minutes.
And I loved those.
I can still hear Ma asking me when I was 7 or 8 years old "Hey B want a Snoopy Sandwich for lunch?" to which was my immediate response was "YES!"
So tonight I made one (actually 2 I am a lot bigger now) and ate them on Grandma Blush's plate.
And somewhere I think Ma may be smiling. At least I hope so.