Hot Dogs in Everything
I had dinner with my original host family the Saplans on Saturday night. They proudly made me pasta Filipino style, with sugar and hot dog in it. I made them sangria, which they just love but absolutely cannot drink. They get giddy and silly even though I water it down with juice and ice till it’s practically just fruit punch. They are pleasant, happy folk when sober and become laughing puddles with just a few drops of sauce in them. Even the suggestion is enough for them. It was a fun evening. I put them both to bed 9 pm, wrote them a thank-you note and went home!
