Ode to the Icelandic Hot Dog - Chicken Nuggets of Wisdom
Sometimes you eat something and magic happens. Yes, magic. No really, like full-on expecto patronum and junk. This sort of alchemical reaction can lead to uncontrollable drooling and really bad poetry, as is evidenced below in my ode to the Icelandic hot dog. Sappy, savory, hand-held treat, Iceland’s cheapest thing to eat. After fish that smelled so foul, … Continue reading Ode to the Icelandic Hot Dog →