Southern Girl...Southern World

There was an entire year in high school when I wanted to eat nothing more than Oscar Mayer cheese hot dogs, heated in the microwave for one minute, with Heinz ketchup, for breakfast lunch and dinner.

My mother was sick with her first bout of cancer at the time, and maybe, on some kind of self-destructive, subconscious level, I was trying to get sick, too.

Or maybe I took the saying "You are what you eat" too closely to heart. I was a teenager, after all, and a complete mystery to myself. Who REALLY knows what happens at the meat packing plants? I didn't know who I was, or what I was eating.

Of course, I couldn't imagine eating an Oscar Mayer cheese hot dog now. Or ever again.