Meat and Bun

I encourage anyone who reads this god forsaken blog to try a month of hot dog debauchery. All I think about is hot dogs. Sex has taken a back seat in more ways than one. It's just all I think about is where is this adventure taking me next?

I have had several kinds of dogs through these first 17 days and must say that there has never been a time in my life where the pursuit of something so delectable was forefront on my mind. Work doesn't even matter any more. Social life, yeah right. It's all about the dogs and all that is good about those dogs.

Last Thursday night I had a couple dogs at the bowling alley that were simply delicious. Something triggered my brain after devouring them and I had a breakdown. Not quite sure what happened, but the dog blood went into danger mode. To make a short story shorter, I ended up throwing all my bowling gear into a trash can and took my second ball and sent it rolling down an adjacent street. It wasn't pretty.

Can I blame the dogs though? Maybe this blog. The pressure to post something witty or funny and produce a great story about a hot dog is a challenging task. Some may say it is just meat on a bun. I have found it is much more than that. It is the quintessential food of the pure blooded American. It's a Roy Rodgers or Shirley Temple in solid form. General Patton bows to the dog.

Nothing could be so simple. So elegant in its ability to just be what it is without anyone asking, "Hey, what you got there?" I believe hot dogs are more popular than Jesus and the Beatles combined. If you add Elvis it comes in a close second by 2 votes. The hot dog rules. Even Allah has to shout.

Meat and bun, simple. Add what you want after that perfect combination and you have yourself a work of culinary art. I love you hot dog. You have never let me down.