Erika’s Aunt’s House, Seekonk, MA

1 and ½ Deuchmakers (probably), grilled (gas) next to the pool by her uncle, John, white bun (untoasted), a meat sauce made by Erika’s grandmother (her cousin suggested this was Cincinatti sauce because of the hint of cinnamon while others suggested that it might in fact be Coney Island sauce), French’s mustard (sparingly), chopped onions

Over 2 years into our relationship, the only relatives of Erika’s I have met are her mother, father, and grandmother. Today, I met a lot more. I talked extensively with Guy (pronounced like Guy Smiley from Sesame Street, not the French way like the Guy from Fugazi) about foreign travel. Her cousin, whatshisname, was nice. He had 5 majors in college. A bunch of them were art related, but he settled on marketing. Yes, it screams “evil”, but he was nice enough. The Cincinatti/Coney Island sauce was delicious on the dogs. They had an above-ground pool. I was able to take a water bottle and fill it with just the right amount of water so that it would neither sink nor float, but rather hold it’s own in the middle of the pool.