Postcards from Snagglepuss (Minnesota State Fair edition)
King of Corn Dogs (and more)
We simply couldn't leave this series from the Minnesota State Fair without any mention of the corn dog, something of a trademark food of the fair--or to be more precise about it, the Pronto Pup, "The Weiner Done In a Bun," which seems to be the more popular even with a wheat flour batter yet still called corn dogs for some reason. In fact, to qualify as a corn dog, such needs to be coated in a cornmeal batter, or so I think. Huckleberry Hound, even.
But when you get right down to it, there's several stands that have foot-long(!!) corn dogs, one of which is the particular foci of this piece. And the guests this go-round, none other than The King and crew, masters of cool, as it were.
Asked to explain the motivation, in effect, for wanting to try such a large corn dog, to begin with, The King "himself" put it simply: "I just like the challenge."
As did Big H (The Original Hungry Hungry Hippo, as it were), Clyde (a somewhat clueless class jock wannabe in gorilla form) and Sheena, girlfriend of The King. (Seems Yukayuka and Skids wanted the more plebian size of corn dog, yet we won't hold it against them--and neither would The King, for that matter.) Oh yes; Huck and yours truly also went for the foot-long size.
Though Big H prefers mustard as his topping of choice, the whole lot took ketchup (Huck, The King and Clyde also taking mustard with the ketchup). And then again, there's also another dilemma to consider: The size of the stick on which the Gargantuan corn dog is served. You wouldn't exactly want to stick it down your throat and impale yourself when it's down to the last inch of corn dog or so, so you want to prepare for that eventuality by pushing up the last bits of corn dog at just the right moment. And be prepared to lick off any ketchup and/or mustard from the fingers in the bargain.
So how did it all turn out with The King and crew with oversized corn dogs? Perhaps I'll leave it to you to imagine, though The King was one to remark that such was actually the first oversized corn dog he tried.
And it was interesting to hear that Sheena and The King, though not technically engaged, are "in a relationship" more or less, killing plenty of time at a modest beach house bungalow colony near Malibu. As well as Yukayuka seeking to amass a collection of Johnson Smith catalogues--you know, those ads for hokey gags and novelties you found in the comic books. "Though it's interesting to admit," Sheena is quick to admit, "that The King prefers sleeping in a tank top undershirt and can be found on the beach house bungalow porch around sunrise, with the marine layer coming in, enjoying some coffee and just breathing in the sea air-charged fog."
As for us two in the motorhome ... well, let's just say it's one day more, and then on out towards fall with Crazy Claws, with a diving winter ahead with Peter Potamus' Magic Divers. You won't want to miss as much.
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I was tagged by @sometimes-i-talk-a-lot to share five songs I actually listen to publicly, then tag ten people 💖
I'm also assuming this means songs I don't mind others knowing I listen to instead of music i blast out in public, but I don't think I ever mind sharing the songs I like if someone asks : D
So, I guess I'll go with one from each band I've listened to lately!
1. Walkies by Vulfpeck
2. Under Ice by Kate Bush
3. Medium Rare by Pulled Apart By Horses
4. Valley Of The Dolls by Marina
5. Motomami by Rosal��a
Tagging @heavenknowsffs @escaping-0blivion @coastal-yearning @just-a-galactic-traveler @chaotic-gay-v and anyone else that wants to do this too is more than welcome to! : D
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super belly drum
Pap pap pap pap
Super suit alt : https://x.com/Nanothehedgehog/status/1732058608547082636?s=20
xtra white eyes alt: https://x.com/Nanothehedgehog/status/1732063417736090083?s=20
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Ya'll remember Ace? Bat-hound?
No WAY Cujo became a Ghost and He did not.
Is he a little lost? Maybe. This is not his beautiful home. This is not his beautiful, maladjusted, Bat Family. Who are you people!? Where IS he!? This place is FAR to cheerful and green to be Gotham!
But he is Bat-Hound. A PROFESSIONAL. A HERO. He can handle this. He just has to track his humans down... through... whatever this is. If Krypto can fly, bless his mostly empty, hyperactive head, then so could he! It can't be THAT har-*Thwonk!*
.....no one saw that.
But what's this? A helpful young pup? Cujo you say. Ah, he too, was once a gaurd dog. Cujo, lad, he seems to be lost. Could you...? You WILL! Fantastic. But wait? You're worried about your Young Human?
*Bat Concern Rising* *Doggy eye squint*
WHY?
*cujo spills the frankly horrifying beans about Danny's home life*
.........ha ha, NOPE! We can be having THAT! He's coming too! Bruce LOVES young humans! Especially sassy ones. He'll adopt him in no time! You grab the older one's, I'll grab the baby. Then we can head home, yes? You'll love gotham! Plenty of scoundrels to chase!
Cut to the Bat family. Damian is training Titus in the yard. Rare sun-ish day. It's a cook out. The Kent's are over. When?
Titus and the Supers both perk up. You hear that? Somethings about to-
*reality RIPS* *Ace the Bat Hound, dead for over a decade, jumps through... THE SIZE OF A HORSE. He is holding a struggling small preteen girl in his mouth* *Splat*
He dropped her. Eeeeeeew! She is loudly protesting. There is a SECOND dog. Green. Two more teens, clearly related to the first. Dumped on Bruce's lawn.
Ace looks proud of himself. Shrinks to normal size and pads over. Plops down in front of Bruce like he'd never left, tail wagging. Still in costume. He's glowing.
The burgers burn on the grill. No one can bring themselves to notice or care. Damian is elated. Krypto is fly wrestling is bestest buddy. Bruce is having a nervous breakdown over his dead dog.
Clark is calling their co-workers and trying to STOP the nervous break down.
Lois is just feeding the strage kids the dogs brought. Asking some casual "I'm totally not an investigative reporter" type questions. Who wants chips? Have a towel.
Ace? Is a Good Boy. 🐶
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