gas station hot dog
My mom has this term "your gas station hot dog." It was inspired by our friend Jeanne who is, literally, a gourmet chef. Her cooking/baking skills are out of this world. However, every once in a while she craves a gas station hot dog. The kind that sit for indeterminable amounts of time rolling under a heat lamp. The kind that couldn't be more processed in any way.
And she loves them.
Thus the term was born. "Your gas station hot dog" is something in your personality or habits that makes you, well, normal. It's something that doesn't quite fit with the rest of who you are. For my mom, it's country music. You'd never peg her as knowing the lyrics to the Dixie Chicks. For Trevor, it's probably his love of Porsches. For me, it's BBC's Robin Hood. Yes it's BBC, but it's the kind of TV show I would normally scoff at. ("Ridiculous plot line! She can't die twice!" "That is SO not medieval." etc.)
But I love it.
Gas stations hot dogs make people more lovable, more approachable, more human. I love uncovering them in others - especially when it's totally unexpected.
What's your hot dog?