The Walking Dead and Hotdog Buns

I love zombies so much. Spent last night seeing Zak Snyder's remake of the George A. Romero classic Dawn of the Dead. It has, perhaps, one of the greatest openings to a horror movie in quite some time. Also see Survivors of the Undead Plague, an improvised zombie movie, as our run begins tonight and every Thursday in October as a double-bill with Creature Feature, the improvised monster movie. It's gonna be giggity.

I'm not foodie, but I enjoy a fine meal every so often. I can also appreciate the simple things in edible creations. There is one thing, however, I cannot stand: Hotdog bun warmers at SuperAmerica. I'm probably never going to say or write the proceding sentence ever again, so take note; I like moist buns. As the plastic-wrapped buns at SuperAmerica sit in the warmer for hours, they start to lose their moisture and then, inevitably, either one side or one end of the bun takes on the texture of toast. If I wanted toast, I would've purchased toast. No, I wanted a juicy Polish sausage in a moist bun. (I took about 30 seconds deciding whether to keep the previous sentence in this blog and decided to leave it in because I'm THAT serious about hotdog bun texture) Does anyone else find the contrasting temperatures of the meat and bun to be soothing? I didn't enlist for pigs in a blanket, I signed up for hotdog. Bah!