Hot Dog Attack

I remembered something funny. Last night just before 1:45am I had a bizarre dream. I dreamed that no matter which way I flipped in bed that someone was shoving hot dogs under my nose. I was being attacked by hot dogs. It was so ferocious that I woke up. And there was the smell. It permeated everything. I smelled my wife and she smelled like a hotdog. I jumped from bed to find the problem and ran to the wood stove and it smelled like a hotdog. I stuck my nose in the babies crib. She was fine but the smell was there too! I kept following my nose and finally ended up in the kitchen where I recalled the crock pot of navy beans and ham hock. With much relief I checked the water level, stirred the pot and went back to sleep.