To that end, here's a quick summary of the dog consumption as of late...
Friday, September 4th - Going away party for a coworker. I was offered the choice of: 1. southern fried crawfish, or 2. a brat. I chose American food, with mustard. (1.5 dogs)
Saturday, September 5th - Husker Game Day - 1st game of the season: I drank too much during pregame to remember to buy a fake blood red Fairbury brand hot dog at Memorial Stadium. Yet I had the presence of mind to get my picture taken with "Der Viener Schlinger". I have no answers for you. All I could do was recover later in the day.
Post Game: On the way back to the car, and since I was crashing at Doug & Michelle's house that night anyway, I expressed my desperation and desire for tube meat in the best way I knew how. I simply asked for a hot dog. By ask for a hot dog, I meant that I screamed at the top of my voice: "Hey Doug! I need a wiener in my mouth! Right now!!!" I don't think I need to tell you that this didn't go over well with Doug. Michelle thought it was pretty hysterical, and might have been in tears by the time we got to the car. I am inappropriate at times.
Back at Doug & Michelle's house, more inappropriate behavior ensued, and I almost forgot about the day's doggie demands. We were sitting around chatting and drinking margaritas, and all of a sudden it hit me that I hadn't yet eaten a dog. I got a look on my face that Michelle recognized immediately, and she knew what I was going to say before I said it. She walked to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and nuked 2 brats in the microwave for me. Covered in mustard, eaten with a knife and fork, the day's duties were complete. (3 dogs consumed)
Sunday, September 6th - Wednesday's leftovers. 1 cajun, 1 cheese brat. (3 dogs consumed)
Monday, September 7th - Labor Day. Neighborhood picnic back at Mom & Dad's in the old 'hood. Dowding Court neighbors. Parents, kids, grandparents all celebrating Communism. There is a spectre haunting Europe...
Today was the day I began my "extra effort" hot dog consumption. If you're not aware of it (which you probably aren't), there is a national organization dedicated to the love of all things hot dog. It's called the National Hot Dog & Sausage Council. They have a website that is, as The Mole would say, glorious. See here: National Hot Dog & Sausage Council
The more I delved into this website, the more my life improved. Yours will too, I promise. Especially if you dig into the recipe section. Yes, there is a recipe section for hot dogs. It is also glorious. I chose this one: All Star Chili Dogs
This is how I subtly chose to rebel against the communist/socialist/fascist forces that have forced labor day upon us: by shoving a big 'ole bowl of American freedom in their face.
All Star Chili Dogs are tops in my book. Except if you stop paying attention to the grill and burn your dogs. Two packages of Hebrew National almost bit the dust. Saved them at the last minute, but slightly charred, they added a little bit more flavor than I expected. (3 dogs consumed)
Total dog consumption this post: 10.5
Dog on...
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