QMusings

We are more than the sum of our parts and in the case of hot dogs, stew a bunch of parts until they are unrecognizable, add some type of binding agent, shove the resulting paste into an edible tube and call it good.

Yeah, we make fun of hotdogs but what are they? Just another sausage but the fat is blended in better.

Anyway, this post was inspired by Jill’s post over at Twipply Skwood.

Now, she thought that hot dogs were made out of pig eyeballs.

She then encountered some kid who thought they were made out of pig…anuses. Is that correct? Maybe it’s anii??

I was told that they were made out of mostly pig snouts.

This all goes to show The Power Of Condiments. People will eat anything smothered by tasty condiments. I heard that one of my very own Presidents counted a condiment as a vegetable.

Hmmm.

Anyway, hot dogs aren’t a big part of my diet. The only time I succumb to their tubular call is when they are the so-called “good” hot dogs (all beef) and are grilled and I’m over at a friend’s barbeque. This combination is something along the lines of the Dawning of the Age of Aquarius.

What was inneresting was that I think I heard the snout rumor from my parents. Yet my dad made me bologna sandwiches to take to grade school. Just 2 slices of bologna, slapped between Roman Meal bread with a thin smear of mayonnaise.

My dad would actually get bologna in white butcher paper for the week. The thing is, I’d see him order it up and the butcher slicing it up. The bologna looked liked a giant hot dog and in my mind, pretty much tasted the same.

What is odd was that I ate the sandwiches and I really didn’t much like bologna. Nor PBJs. Not that my dad made PBJs. Sometimes he did but I didn’t like jelly or jam and I thought just a PB was too dry and it wasn’t really a lunch item, more of a snack. Thank goodness for the hot lunch program where I could look forward to 5 tater tots and a grilled cheese sandwich on white bread cut diagonally and nicely displayed on pale green plastic compartmentalized trays.

Liked the tater tots. Not much into grilled cheese. Huh.

Tater Tots should have an entire post all to themselves.

I did go through a stage where I ate a lot of hot dog sandwiches. That’s when I started “cooking” and if you can slice a hotdog along its length and manage to keep the 2 sides hinged together and then you do that to another one. You fry them up in a skillet (flat side first). Then you fry the round sides.

Get out 2 slices of bread. Spread mayo on each slice if you like. Add lettuce. Preferably, iceberg. Place your fried dogs on the bread so look like a 4-log raft.

Shake your mustard squeeze bottle a bit. This prevents that initial watery squirt. Squeeze the bottle with firm pressure down on the dogs in a nice zigzag pattern. Follow the same method with a squeeze bottle of ketchup. Top with lettuce. Top with bread.

Note: mayo’ed side of the bread faces the dogs.

At age 12 or so, this was gourmet cooking.

But I’m getting ahead of myself.

So there I was eating bologna sandwiches and wondering if they were just giant hot dogs and pondering at why bologna was pronounced baloney.

As you can see, I haven’t changed all that much.

As I said, Part is Parts and some…are tastier than others!!

Enjoy your Cinco de Mayo!!

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