A gal’s best friend
Maybe “best friend” is an overstatement. Either way, don’t worry mom. I don’t eat these every day….although I wish I could.
This was one of your first junk foods. I would walk you around the Redondo Pier in your stroller and whenever we passed the corn dog stand you would ask for one. Sometimes they would be so damn hot coming out of the deep fry that I couldn’t let you eat it for 5 minutes or so until it cooled. The wait probably made it taste even better.
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