Tuesday, February 18, 2014

No More Hot Dogs

Last month I was playing in a bonspeil and our team won a mystery box.  When I asked another player what they thought was in the box I was told "a bag of dicks." Not having much of an idea what that was I promised him that if he was right he'd get the first mushroom stamp with the first fresh dick.

Now the chickens have come home to roost.  With a bag of free hot dogs—used.  Yeah, you know it is time to go down to social services and reapply for SNAP benefits when someone offers you a bunch of used hot dogs and you take them.  The good news is that they also had extra buns.  Or rolls.  I think that is some sort of eastern thing…like Maine or something.

Which brings us to cooking them.  Or re-cooking.  Or, really, re-re-cooking.  Usually I'd boil hot dogs in a shallow pan, but that doesn't seem like a good idea since they've been split.  The microwave is for lazy people, which sounds like me, but doesn't do much for the texture.  So that leaves me with the broiler (too much wasted heat for one hot dog) or throwing the flippity floppity in a pan.  And that really is the best way to get some browning going.

A Hot Dog Sandwich?
There are a lot of questions and cultural implications about hot dogs, but for now I'll only dream of a day with none.

Thursday, February 6, 2014

The Pie and the Hound

Yeah, I haven't been to Ohio in a few months.  But I still have dreams about Hound Dog's.

Monday, January 20, 2014

It was worth it with a brother like Martin…

Being back in the DC area presents challenges.  These are mostly related to Mexican Food. 

Now, I won't lie to you: I love Mexican Food.  Very much.  I talk about it at parties.  I dream about it.  I'd almost go as far as saying that it is the last thing that I think about before falling asleep at night and the first thing I think of when I wake up in the morning—except that would be going too far.  But I do get excited about it.

I suppose this is mostly because it is rare in Washington, DC.  There is a lot of delicious Salvadorian food.  Lots.  Now, I don't want to say that this or that isn't "Real" Mexican food.  See, I grew up in the Mid-west and my ideal Mexican meal comes from Chicago.  Admitting that doesn't go over well in Arizona.  I like the food in Arizona too—I was told that I could get "real Mexican food" in Arizona, but it was still real (yeah, we have the same problem when we talk about what "real food" is at the farmer's market—but that is another story).  The good news is that lots of Mexican food can be found nearby—once you know where to look.

The first big advance was Route 1.  Up towards Baltimore.

Martin's is just a first step, there will be more in time.

Chicken Pot Pie?

Yeah, one of those.  Not very impressive.  Nothing special—unless David Cross gets involved.

How was it?  Not bad.  The pastry was ok, flakyish in a sort of chemically engineered way.  There were peas and carrots.  And chicken chunks (not a lot, but there were some).  The star was the gravy.  Not because it was good, but because the gravy really tied the pie together.

And for 69¢, well, this could be ok from time to time.  It was pretty filling—a reasonable meal.  As always the concern with frozen foods is sodium and this one has a good amount, but it is 33% of what you should have in a day (according to the box), which isn't too bad.

The real question is if you want to be this guy.