Breakfast of champions...

or lazy bookkeepers - I'm not sure which. Only in America can you have a corn dog with mustard made to order for breakfast. I used to only eat corn dogs once a year at the county fair - and I ate them all week long. The Kiwanis booth made a small fortune selling them, I think! I do not understand people who ruin a perfectly good corn dog with ketchup, but to each his own. I've had a lifelong love affair with mustard: yellow mustard, brown mustard, crunchy mustard (compliments of my friend Margaret in the UK), honey mustard, horseradish mustard. I even prefer Hellman's Dijonnaise to mayo! I have a whole section in my refrigerator door dedicated to mustard. Colonel Mustard in the kitchen with, um, a frozen corn dog!

I'm having one of those days. I was feeling a bit discouraged yesterday and when I went home I decided to finally read Duma Key by Stephen King - I needed a serious distraction from the current chaos in my mind. I kept starting it and then putting it down - but I ended up reading almost three hundred pages last night, so it did finally hold my interest. I've only had the book for a couple of years! Not one of his best works - I'm looking forward to reading his new book, Under the Dome. At least it calmed my worried mind down so I could sleep last night. Thank you, Mr. King.