I sometimes get nostalgic for a childhood favourite, the hotdog. The quintessential summertime food. BBQ's. Birthday parties. Patio luncheons. Spending the day in your bathing suit. Running through the sprinkler with your hotdog in hand. Kool-Aid moustache. Memories of sunshine, freckles and the smell of a campfire. One bite of a hotdog and I'm a kid without a care in the world again.
(Just don't ask what they're made from.)