There is nothing more American than grilling up a hot dog on a summer day. I love hot dogs. As a kid, I would even eat them frozen. No joke. I think when I was a kid, my mom would give me frozen hot dogs to gnaw on when I was teething, and I think it stuck. I remember being 12 or 13 years old and craving a frozen Oscar Meyer hot dog. That’s so weird, isn’t it?
These days, I take the time to cook them. Although, I think I craved a frozen hot dog or two during one or more of my pregnancies, but I can’t be held accountable for anything I did while pregnant. Hashtag hormones.
I’m also a hot dog purist: I really only like ketchup on my dog. I’ve tried other things on it… mayo is also acceptable at times. But I’m not big on dousing my hot dog with a ton of condiments. I want to taste the hot dog, especially if it’s a really good one. Chili, slaw, cheese, mustard… put it on the side. Except the mustard. Yuck.
Today, we celebrate the good old American Hot Dog. The State newspaper had an article earlier this week with the best place to get a hot dog in Columbia. Vote for your favorite. If it’s not there, comment on Facebook and tell me where your favorite dog is!
UPDATE: It’s 2019, and this year I had the BEST hot dogs of my life in Nashville at a place called I Dream of Weenie. Not only is the name hysterical, the food was delicious. I’ll post pics of my weenies below. I had the pimento cheese dog, and my friend had the mac and cheese dog. They were both awesome. The special dog of the day had caramelized onions, rosemary and goat cheese on it and it was insanely good. Head there if you are ever in Nashville!