I have pretty basic tastes when it comes to hot dogs. Give me a hot dog and a bun and maybe some mustard and I'm good to go. But this recipe from Cooking For 2 seems rather interesting.
They're called Red Dogs, and they're turkey hot dogs that are cooked with currant jelly and Dijon mustard.
Hot Diggity Dog! L.A. is a hot-dog kinda town. From Pink's to Dodger's Stadium to a variety of zesty newcomers, the lowly hot-dog is still much beloved in Tinsel-town.
Also in this issue: ideas for two more parties you might throw, for Oscar night and Mardi Gras; caramel cheesecake; ideas for winter getaways, and what's in Al Roker's fridge.
Every Labor Day Weekend, I go off with some friends to a family camp down on the Chesapeake Bay. The first night we get there, the camp staff always lights a big bonfire for us and we stand around toasting marshmallows and making s'mores. Part of the fun of it is working to find that right angle and that perfect pocket of heat that will slowly brown the marshmallow instead of setting in ablaze, leaving you with a charred outside and a still-cold inside. I like that roasting marshmallows over an open fire is an activity that has been mostly unchanged for years and is one that requires little pre-planning or special equipment.
This is why I'm a little perplexed by this gadget I spotted being advertised today. It's called a Spinmallow and it is a motorized marshmallow toasting device. I think it's a clever idea and yet I can't help but feel sort of disappointed by it, that we can no longer just find a find a serviceable stick and rotate it ourselves.
What do you all think? Useless gadget or brilliant brainchild?
When I was a kid, my dad and a couple of his friends had season tickets to see the Portland State Vikings. I would frequently go along even though I had very little interest in football. I was there pure and simply for the food. For the nachos and the popcorn, the hot chocolate and the ice cream. We didn't get much in the way of junk food in my house, but my dad was always willing to shell out for a few treats at the game.
The Wachovia Center in Philadelphia is offering a deal that would have mightily appealed to my young self. They are selling "all you can eat" packages for Flyers and 76ers games that includes hot dogs, soft drinks, popcorn, nacho chips and salsa. Not particularly good for the waistline but very nice for the fans of the junk food.
For the most part, food and drink holidays come one per day, but today it's a regular smorgasbord.
Today is National Lollipop Day, National Hot Dog Day and National Ice Cream Soda Day! And that sounds like...well, a stomach ache. I would suggest not eating them all at once but maybe eating them at each meal. Maybe some lollipops for breakfast, a hot dog or two for lunch, and a couple of ice cream sodas for dinner.
Summertime always sparks a craving for hot dogs. No doubt it's largely due to fond memories of childhood barbecues. I've little or no time for whining about whether wieners make for unhealthful eating. Debates about how to cook 'em hold infinitely more interest. As a New Yorker, I'm no stranger to so-called dirty water dogs. I've been known to eat one now and again, but I much prefer the grilled dogs of my childhood. I'm somewhat embarrassed to admit that deep-fried dogs are a relatively new indulgence for me.
Tastiness aside, I realize deep-fried dogs are probably about as good for you as pork cracklins, though no less tasty. Lately I've been reading about hot dog cooking methods that are down right life-threatening. I'm not talking about holding your dog over an open flame with your bare hands, but zapping it with the current that comes out of your wall. Evil Mad Scientist Laboratories gives step-by-step instructions for this novel way to fry your frank along with the warning, "Do not, under any circumstances, cook hot dogs this way." To their credit EMSL repeatedly points out the danger of being electrocuted by cooking a wiener via wall current, and notes that the taste of the final product leaves something to be desired.
The second bizarre method of hot dog cooking I came across is not so much life-threatening in terms of process, but yields a product, that deserves to be called palate deadening. For some reason Jaime J. Weinman decided to microwave a hot dog until all the fat had been rendered out. After 10 minutes of zapping the poor frankfurter, it was reduced to a dry tasteless stick. I'd be hard-pressed to find any cured sausage that didn't taste downright awful after being nuked for five minutes, much less 10. [via BoingBoing, Serious Eats]
I'm spending my Fourth of July doing what much of the country is doing. Going to the local small town parade, hooting and hollering a bit, and then a huge chicken BBQ. Finally when the day is done and it's getting dark, then it's time to watch the fireworks and go Ooooh and Aaaah as they light up the sky and make you jump from the sound of the explosions.
For me it's the Thomaston, ME celebration; a parade where thousands come with chairs and coolers to line the streets six deep for half a mile. After the parade many of the folks are off for home to tackle either the grill or lobster pot. The others wander over to the celebration food stalls for hot dogs, burgers, French fries, enormous onion rings or blooming onions, flavored shaved ices, and since this is Maine, the obligatory lobster or crab rolls.
I started with a nice "Lobtsa Roll" and my first blooming onion. The first was excellent, the latter was a nightmare. Well I learned my lesson. No more blooming onions for me. I would love to hear what everyone else is eating on this day of the celebration of our Independence and of summer time.
After the jump a pictorial essay of food and people on the Fourth of July.
American Joey Chestnut won the annual Nathan's Hot Dog Eating Contest today at Coney Island. He got down 66 hot dogs and rolls in 12 minutes. But defending champ Takeru Kobayashi, even though he was injured with a sore jaw and pain from an extracted wisdom tooth, still gave Chestnut some competition. He ate 63 hot dogs and buns in 12 minutes, his best showing ever but not enough to beat the new champ.
Hopefully you read this after you had your Fourth of July hot dogs. Congratulations Joey!
Holidays always give us an excuse to eat badly. We always say that it's OK that we're eating cheeseburgers and drinking beer because we'll start exercising and eating well - seriously! - on July 5. At least that's what I'll be saying today when I have cheeseburgers and beer.
Who says there are no injuries in the world of competitive eating?
Sure, they might not have to deal with torn cartilege or a twisted ankle or a blown out knee, but what about jaw injuries? Takeru Kobayashi, the king of the annual Nathan's Famous July Fourth International Hot Dog Eating Contest, has arthritis of the jaw. He can't even open his mouth more than the size of a fingertip, but he's still going to enter the competition this year. Last year he ate a little over 53 hot dogs in 12 minutes.
Kobayashi isn't limited to hot dogs either. He once ate 97 hamburgers in eight minutes. The hell?
Now that grilling season is here, I'd thought I'd tell you about a unique piece of hot-dog paraphernalia I came across the other day. Not satisfied with the capacity of one company's weenie roaster that's frankly quite phallic, blogger bbum had them create a macabre device that can roast several dogs at a time.
Even though it looks more like the Punisher, this device was modeled after horror writer H.P. Lovecraft's Cthulhu, a tentacled undersea demigod worshipped by cults and feared by mortal men. I wonder whether cooking seafood sausages on this contraption would incur some form of primeval wrath. [via Boing Boing]
I was going to say, "a hot dog made out of horse meat? Gah!" But then I thought, who the hell knows what's in the hot dogs that we eat now? Snouts, intestines, whatever. Maybe horse meat isn't too weird after all.
Esquire's Greg Lindsay gives us the scoop - from the horse's mouth, you could say - on the frikandel, a hot dog native to The Netherlands, Belgium, and parts of Germany. It's deep-fried sausage made out of beef, chicken, pork, and Mr. Ed.
His description (bland, soft, with pink gloop squirting out) doesn't make me want to get on a flight and try it anytime soon, but I'm not a big hot dog guy anyway.
Have you ever stashed a Coke in the freezer, hoping to chill it quickly, then forgotten all about it, only to have it explode all over your frozen peas?