You know, when I was a kid I was taken to tractor pulls all the time. I really liked them. Matter of fact, I miss such earthy delights in this part of the country. Gotta love the pulls. If it makes me a hick, then so be it. By the by there is NOTHING wrong with corndogs.
Funny Story (at least I thought it was):
We first stayed in the Boston area in the summer of 2002, and when arrived we had to find things such as the grocery store. Well, we asked and found it (called Roche- pronounced, I kid you not "Roach"- brothers). Anyhoo, I go and ask the young man in the meat department if he knew where the Corn Dogs were. Now, you have to understand that growing up in Michigan and living in a few different states I've NEVER seen a place that doesn't have 'em. This young man proceeds to think carefully about it, and then concludes his though session by asking me "uh...Already MADE?!?" I said "yeah" and told him I'd already checked the frozen meat case and the frozen snack aisle (where I'm used to them being). He says he'll check, but he's never heard of them coming already done. He proceeds to ask not 1, or even 2 other store employees but 5 of them. You know what they all said? "They DO THAT?!?!? ALREADY MADE?!?!? I didn't know THAT!!! Naw, dude, we don't have them. Say, where have you found them already made???"
Maybe not funny, but New England SURE isn't like anyplace I've ever lived.
Sincerely,
Anthony