Well our friends at PETA are at it again. A few years ago they decided that the real problem in American society is the Oscar Meyer Wienermobile so they spent perfectly good money, hiring full time people to chase it around the United States and conducing protests wherever it stopped. I doubt it made people stop eating hot dogs, but it got PETA a lot of attention which seems to be what PETA likes best.
Yesterday my family and I found ourselves at the receiving end of a very generous gift of money, so we went out and paid eleven—eleven!—bills. I was so happy that I found myself singing songs that I made up on the spot a la five-year-old enthusiasm. “I am happy and nothing can change that!” I crooned, making my daughter nod in appreciation while my husband simply rolled his eyes and grinned.
During our day out, we decided to stop and eat somewhere my daughter and I had never been. My husband had eaten at Fuddruckers often as a child and loved it, so we thought we’d give it a try. Let me tell you, that world’s best burgers sign (or whatever it said) was completely overrated. All of the new research regarding the carbon footprint of the burger in general aside, the simple taste and quality of the sandwich altogether was nothing to write home about.
I don't know how anyone who loves meat cannot not love hotdogs. There are so many different types of hotdogs from turkey to chicken to all beef to kosher to all natural to all tofu dogs, there is definitely a hot dog taste for every taste. Unless you actually don't like the taste of hotdogs, in which case it's better to stick with tofu dogs (sometimes they are called pups, for no apparent reason) because they taste absolutely nothing like hot dogs.
My mom made a killer potroast and it's one of the few of her recipes I learned to make, since I wasn't much interested in learning to cook when I was younger. It's my “go to” date recipe, how I woo a woman, unless the woman I am trying to woo is a vegetarian in which case I'm a little bit of luck.