mindsquirt

Last night we had "hobo dinners". This is the first time my wife has made them, so i wasnt sure what to expect. At first I was a bit hesitant, as i was sure that my palate was more refined then a homeless person's.

In fact, when i found out about this dinner, the dinner that is better suited to a man that wanders the streets, sleeping in an ally, or maybe a dumpster, i looked at alex and told her we were eating a homeless man's food tonight. This made her raise her eyebrows at me. Then we just kind of looked at each other.

My expectations were low. They were on par with the "hobo hut", a local eatery that i think is the only local resturant where you can still smoke. The tagline among people i work with for the hobo hut is " where you don't have to light-up to smoke".

( a side note: the hobo hut was the first establishment I saw when i interviewed for my current job. It was a good preview of the rootin'-tootin' good times ahead working in a small Indiana town)

My wife told me that hobo dinners are a mix of food that you basically find a bunch of stuff around the house, like meats and onions and potatoes, and throw it in some foil and bake it. Except if you are really a hobo, it would be stuff like watermelon rines, cat food scrapings, and other hobo cuisine cooked in a wendy's wrapper.

I guess my point is, it could be dicey.

It was good.

Cooper barked.

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