Delicious

Last night's nightmare included being forced by pride to eat a dish that someone had very proudly prepared in my honor, which I had no graceful way of turning down and had to choke down while hiding my disgust.

The dish in question?

An uncooked hot dog that had been dragged through fudge frosting.

Subconscious, I'm throwing up my hands here. I have no idea where that came from. But congratulations, that is in fact disgusting.

The texture. Ughhhhh.