I love to blog. It's almost like a guilty pleasure. Like taking that first bite of a ridiculously large, warm, gooey piece of chocolate fudge - the first few words I type instantly leave me craving more. Blogging is addicting - it's a great way to release your emotions, grapple with your thoughts and, best of all, explore your own soul. In a nutshell, blogging is freeing.
"A Tradition: Hot Dogs and Holidays" is a piece that describes a ritual from my youth. It takes a particular food normally associated with summer and various outdoor activities and places it in a situation that not many would couple it with - Christmas. In writing this piece, I acknowledged a few scenarios that the reader might relate hot dogs with: "Quick and easy, they're a food that you can either throw on the grill or roast over an open fire. They're tasty with or without a bun, and they tempt even the most sophisticated palate when covered with ketchup, mustard and relish."
This was a fun piece to write, and I feel that most readers can easily connect with it. Whether or not their traditions include the same things that mine does is irrelevant. Everyone has, at one time or another, been a part of a tradition. And, as a result, everyone can relate to the warm, fuzzy, blissful feelings of security that those traditions bring about.
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