I hurried the kids along to get them to the "cook out". To my amazement, they had no idea what a cook out was. I didn't know what to say. I decided to tell them we are probably going to cook hot dogs over a fire. They had no idea.
They went, now they do.
Ron cooked mine because barely got there because I kept falling into calf deep holes. Two very nice students helped me get there. i just am not a snow walker yet.
The hot dogs were nice and brown and cooked perfectly. By the time they got put into the bun, they were totally cold.
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