The Black Sheep of Sausages
Sausages Ahoy and the reappearance of the hotdog vendors all over town since the weather has warmed up has had me thinking about the beauty of street meat. Who doesn't love a good hot dog? Cancer-causing agents on a tasty bun. Mmm, mmm.However, there is a dark side to this tale. Street meat is like a family. The sausage is the higher class family member, the one with all the money who has his/her life together. Next, and nothing to be trifled with, is the middleclass hotdog, sometimes even better than the snobbish sausage. However, every family has at least one black sheep. So does the sausage family. I have dubbed it the Thermos Dog.
Way back in my childhood, I distinctly remember kids bringing hotdogs for lunch. Now, I am not talking about happy joyful hotdog day where volunteer mothers would come into the school and make lunch leaving the whole place smelling like boiled hotdogs. I am talking about kids who would bring a hotdog to school in a thermos. The hotdog was boiled and placed in the thermos along with the nasty hotdog water to keep it hot. Once lunch time came, they would pull the bun out of their lunch box, take the hotdog out of the smelly and by now probably cold hotdog water and voilà - their very own hotdog day any day of the week. The Thermos Dog.
Now, I was never among the Thermos Dog kids, but, even I, who love a good dose of nitrates, cannot see the appeal in this dish. The Thermos Dog is like the crazy uncle you avoid at family reunions. Good for a laugh after the fact, but in the situation, much too scary to even contemplate.
In other wacky tales of hotdogs...I went to a bbq once back in the day. Guy I know, Duane was cooking up a storm. Another guy, Ian, was waiting eagerly by the bbq. He grabbed the first hotdog that was ready. Took a bite and said "This hotdog tastes kind of funny. Did you leave the plastic on?" At this question, Duane proceeded to go into hysterics stating that he would never be so stupid as to leave the plastic on the hotdogs. Ian continues eating. At this point Trish arrives and asks Duane what is so funny. He tells the tale of how Ian thinks he's a complete moron who left the plastic on the hotdogs.
Trish: Are those Larsen brand hotdogs?
Duane: Yeah, why?
Trish: Uh, you do realize they individually wrap each hotdog in plastic?
Duane: Complete silence, tumbleweeds going by. Then, even more hysterical laughter than before after realizing that Ian ate almost the entire hotdog melted plastic and all.
Welcome to spring everyone! This post is dedicated to Ryan, lover of the Thermos Dog.
posted by Dish @ 9:29 PM
5 Comments:
This is the first time I've even HEARD of something called the Thermos Dog. No one I know did this. Is it a PEI thing?
Regardless....EWWWWWW!
NOOOO! I am definitely not a fan of the Thermos Dog!!!
That is ludricous!
gross to both the thermos & plastic dogs.
Ryan, don't lie. I saw you in your cube with your Thermos. Your secret is out now!
Pshaw.
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