There are few things in life that I can say I am truly passionate about. It has come to my attention over the years that I don't really have a "thing", if you will. By "thing" I'm referring to that hobby or interest or ceramic figurine collection that people sometimes like to identify themselves with. You might be one of those people, like Ron from accounting who spends all of his vacation time bird watching because birds are his thing or Sally from high school who lived and breathed comedy improv and SNL reruns because, of course, acting was her thing. People who have things tend to not understand people who don't have things. They want those around them to also have things (so long as those things are not the things they have already claimed as their own).
My boyfriend happens to be a thing person. Music is his thing. Competitive wrestling was my ex-boyfriend's thing, so something as general and non-threatening as music is a significant improvement. Many of his conversations start with, "Have you heard the new..." and he still purchases compact discs on a regular basis. He calls me out when I mess up the words to a song that came out five minutes ago and he thinks I know what it means when he says he has "over 300 gigs of music on an external hard drive". Because he has a thing, it's only natural that he wants me to have one too.
While driving somewhere the other day he and I (translated; I) were discussing a delicious tater tot side I recently enjoyed when he decided that tots are the closest I am ever going to get to having a thing and I should run with it. So here I am, per his advice, running with it.
I love tater tots. They are so perfect, not to mention adorable. I love all fried potato products, but tots definitely rank number one in my heart. So this blog will serve as an ongoing love letter to my tasty friend. As I travel the country I will tell you of my most notable tot experiences along with other related, perhaps more salacious stories; i.e. "So I was in Omaha the other day and ate some delish ranch flavored tots and drank eight beers and woke up naked at an EconoLodge...".
Enjoy with ketchup.
My boyfriend happens to be a thing person. Music is his thing. Competitive wrestling was my ex-boyfriend's thing, so something as general and non-threatening as music is a significant improvement. Many of his conversations start with, "Have you heard the new..." and he still purchases compact discs on a regular basis. He calls me out when I mess up the words to a song that came out five minutes ago and he thinks I know what it means when he says he has "over 300 gigs of music on an external hard drive". Because he has a thing, it's only natural that he wants me to have one too.
While driving somewhere the other day he and I (translated; I) were discussing a delicious tater tot side I recently enjoyed when he decided that tots are the closest I am ever going to get to having a thing and I should run with it. So here I am, per his advice, running with it.
I love tater tots. They are so perfect, not to mention adorable. I love all fried potato products, but tots definitely rank number one in my heart. So this blog will serve as an ongoing love letter to my tasty friend. As I travel the country I will tell you of my most notable tot experiences along with other related, perhaps more salacious stories; i.e. "So I was in Omaha the other day and ate some delish ranch flavored tots and drank eight beers and woke up naked at an EconoLodge...".
Enjoy with ketchup.
