Things just got a little hectic at work. Unfortunately, the phrase "I couldn't deliver the software enhancement on time because I was writing about hot dogs" wasn't going to fly. As an independent contractor, I have no rights under HABLA (the Hot-dog And Brat Leave Act of 2009), which allows an employee to take up to 31 days of job-protected leave to focus on the consumption of sausages.
In any event, we have some catching up to do. It has been a busy 10 days since my last post:
August 17: Home Dogs
Two home-cooked Yellow Dogs (plain w/ mustard only). Hot dog count: 37.
August 18: Bobby G's
I was delighted to find Bobby G's Chicago Eatery, just a mile or two from my office. The interior is covered with Chicago memorabilia, and the menu will make any Windy City native feel right at home. And the dogs? Wonderful. Hot dog count: 39.
August 19: Late-Night Dog
One Yellow Dog at One-O'Clock in the morning. Generally, not a good idea to eat after 7:00 PM. The exception to this rule is, you guessed it, hot dogs. Hot dog count: 40.
August 20: Birthday Cake Dogs
Celebrated my birthday with a specially designed hot dog cake. We're not talking about some banal creation simply shaped like a wiener or decorated with faux-condiment frosting. This thing really had weenies in it:
(Those franks became slightly more erect when I blew out the flames. It was creepy.) Hot dog count: 42
August 21: Turner Field Dogs?
No! I'm almost embarrassed to admit this, but I went to a Braves-Marlins game at Turner Field and did NOT eat a hot dog. I did eat two dogs when I got home. But then two dogs don't make a right, do they? Hot dog count: 44.
August 22: Frog-Dog
You readers might not believe this, but yours truly -- The Mexican -- is actually 25% French. Don't hold it against me. Anyway, this morning I decided to do my part in repairing American-French relations. I thought if I could somehow merge the distinctly American tradition of cooking hot dogs with traditional French cuisine, the world would be a better place. Not a bad goal for a Saturday morning.
To start, I whipped up a mean batch of crêpes:
Next, I sliced up a dog (on the bias), sauteed the pieces for a few minutes, then deglazed the pan with some white wine:
Finally, I filled a crêpe with the dogs and a few bits of triple-cream Brie cheese.
Ce' magnifique! Hot dog count: 45.
August 23: Sabbath Dog
Even the Good Lord took a break once in a while; no hot dogs were consumed today.
August 24: More Home Dogs
Two home-cooked Yellow Dogs. Hot dog count: 47.
August 25: Half-Century
Two chili-dogs and one slaw-dog from The Varsity for lunch today. They slid out just as easily as they slid in. Hot dog count: 50.
August 26: Greek Dogs
Lunch at A&W again for two chili-cheese Coney dogs with onions. For dinner tonight I took a crack at Greek-inspired hot dogs: toppings included a homemade lemon-garlic-oregano sauce, feta cheese, tomatoes and olives. Would have been better on a pita, but only had white bread. In the end, very salty and weird. Hot dog count: 54.
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