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Torture

Ok, I know there are probably people being tortured, seriously tortured, right now as I write this. Probably thousands of people, maybe hundreds of thousands.

But I'd like to talk about torture on a much more trivial scale. And that is the torture caused to me every time I walk into the Harvard Square Subway Station. You see, last week somebody approved a new vendor in the station. This vendor sells hot dogs and sausages, the ones that you can smell from a block away. The ones that have you drooling late at night when you've had a few drinks and nothing to eat and all you want is a hot dog or a sausage with grilled onions from the street cart.

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And if you know me you know that one of my most favorite things to eat are hot dogs. And you ALSO know that last week is when I found out that I'm pregnant. It's like someone said "Emsky is pregnant and isn't allowed to eat hot dogs anymore- so let's torture her by making the entire subway station smell like them from now on."

I tell you, it's torture. T-O-R-T-U-R-E. And once again, I'm sure someone is laughing. But it's not me- it's hard to laugh when you're holding your nose so that you don't have to smell the loveliness that are hot dogs and sausages with grilled onions.

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  1. Well, for what it's worth... I ate hot dogs during my pregnancy and Evan was just fine. Some of the things the books and doctors say are way too over cautious. I ate hot dogs, fried eggs with runny yolk, and drank soda. Actually I drank iced tea all the time; which has caffeine. Evan was a healthy baby and still is to this day. Don't deprive yourself... just everything in moderation. :o)

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