Alligator sausage

No that is not my poor attempt at a clever title for this post. It is what I got Bud for Valentine's Day. And before you even think about how un-romantic of a gift that is, well, what DO I get him? Not flowers, not candy and not a purple-tinged, red teddy bear because - really - do I have to break down the reasons? And hey, when in East Texas, buy your boyfriend alligator sausage like the Romans did. Or something. So now I have one raw, pink-link in Bud's parent's refridgerator for when he gets home tomorrow. They usually only sell it cooked at the restaurant so it's just sitting in a small styrofoam oblong box - something they might give you at Olive Garden in order to bring home one or two breadsticks. If you were that cheap. Which maybe I am, maybe I'm not. I'm just saying. Plus, we're here at his parent's house for Valentine's Day and it's not so much a family holiday. Somehow boyfriend's parents and romantic night don't sit well in a sentence together. Because I would be SO popping out of a cake tomorrow if we were at home.