Got hot dogs?

My boss is a hunter of all sorts of things. During deer season he usually lets me have a bag or two of venison hot dogs, maybe a log of summer sausage. This year, due to him having limited freezer space, I was offered 'lots' of hot dogs. And I took them. They can be eaten cold (as a meat stick for Peter's lunch) or hot. Since Peter won't eat store bought hot dogs or salami - and now that for some reason sliced ham is a no, I'm very happy to have these.

This past weekend Peter and Rich made their annual gingerbread house. Instead of the regular old candied cottage, Peter decided he'd like to make the White House. And so that's what they did.