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Tuesday, 26 April 2005
Oscar Mayer
I know that I speak of food on this blog occasionally, what with my true loves of caesar salad bar and taco salad bar, but I have come here to tell you today that I finally ran across something that I did not immediately fall in love with.

Yesterday, I became acquainted with Hot Dog Bar. Now, I don't know about you, but whenever I smell hot dogs, they really smell good. I can think about what I would put on them and it just makes my mouth water. Chili, cheese etc...you know the drill. Wow, this is starting to sound good all over again. However, here is the problem. No matter where I am or what I put on the hot dog, about midway through eating it, I start to feel really ill. I have NO IDEA why this happens, but yesterday I realized it happens all the time when I eat a hot dog. The first half is so mouthwateringly delicious and then BAM it gets disgusting. Perhaps this is my body's way of telling me I should not be eating 'processed meat' wrapped in a casing (insert inappropriate joke here--wait I just said insert--ahem nevermind.)

The only time that I have eaten a hot dog and not felt as though I was going to be ill was one time in NYC when I was really drunk with my friend Cynthia. We got hot dogs from a vendor and they had this sauce on them that we swore was NOT ketchup--it was darker and less thick. Now, that tasted wonderful. It was so good, we were calling the sauce liquid crack. Of course, I can admit that perhaps being so drunk allowed for the hotdog to taste so fantastically good, but I really think there was something to that sauce. We never did figure out what it was and I have never run across a vendor who had anything similar.

So, perhaps now that I have made this realization about my hot dog eating habits, I will know next time NOT to frequent the Hot Dog Bar. Unless I figure out what that liquid crack stuff was. And, if anyone knows what I am talking about, please speak up. Oh man...I guess I am right back where I started. Still wanting something that will inevitably make me sick. Isn't that always the way?

Posted by Morgan at 10:38 AM EDT
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