My hot dog studies have definitely moved forward. I have a grill. Yes, it is a gas grill. And, yes, I don't have (and have not yet ever had) any gas for it. But it holds promise. More importantly, I bought a 36-pack of hot dogs recently. The hot dog landscape in Canada is weird. Buns come in packs of 12 and hot dogs come in packs of 5, 6 or 10, but sometimes 7 or 8 too.
[rufus photo]
Honestly, I really thought I was done cooking hot dogs at home. I really, really did. But we got a new dog--Rufus--a 18 month old Border Collie. And he is an asshole. So, we are using hot dogs as a treat to train him. Now, he gets the no name® brand chicken hot dogs. Which at 10 dogs (450 grams) for $1.99 CAD are cheap, but they don't have flavor--and passing the salt isn't going to fucking help. But buying hot dogs for dog training only rekindled the fire. The fire in my heart for hot dogs. Or maybe that isn't so much fire as a feeling like an elephant is sitting on my chest and pain is shooting down my left arm. Maybe hot dogs are still a bad idea. Maybe the world is going to end tomorrow. Maybe American democracy will start working again. I don't know.
But this is a food blog, right? And I said something about hot dogs, right? Right.
So: here is a hot dog, pan fried in butter. I dropped the buns in the butter to brown them up too.
Hot dog: 1 at 49¢ (a 56 ¼ gram dog, but only comes in a pack of 36 for $17.99 CAD)
Bun: 1 at 21.5¢ (a 12 pack for $2.59 CAD. I'm buying potato buns next time. Fuck these regular buns)
Butter: 1 tablespoon at let's say 12 ¢?
Total: 82.5¢ CAD.
Now the only questions are do I finish this off with a few Mr. Creamys and will my photos actually fucking upload. Here's a photo of the new dog, as an apology for using the phrase 'bag of dicks' in my last post:
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| He looks like an angel, right? Looks like. |
