I grew up in a small town in Northern BC and Dairy Queen was there long before McDonald's showed for the party. In fact I remember when Blizzards first came out...hmmm does that age me?!
And so DQ holds a special place in my heart and we venture to the nearest DQ when we feel the urge for soft ice cream or a blizzard.
On this day that we visited DQ my son wanted a hot dog. We maybe eat hot dogs twice a year and he decided he wanted one for supper as it was just the 2 of us. After a long day of not listening battles I gave in easily as the "choose your battles" song rang through my head. And off to DQ we went for a hot dog.
While we were there the smell of deep fried onion rings also sang to me and I gave in to the rings for the first time in years. We grabbed our grub and headed for home to indulge.
While those rings tasted good going in...an hour later the bloating affects of deep fried onion rings set in.
In the end my son was happy with his hot dog (although would have been happier if they would not have put mustard on it) and I remembered why I rarely eat deep fried foods like this. You can take the girl out of the small town but ya can't take the small town out of the girl ;).