When it comes to a decision between this or that I invariably go for both. And this is how I am about my hotdogs. This is about a serious as I get when it comes to picnic food.
First of all, It's gotta be all beef. You can keep your chicken lips and piggy hooves, thank you very much.
Toppings are mostly what do I have in the fridge tonight....hmmm, oh god I am out of ONIONS?
Somebody is gonna to get a hurtin', I am not saying who, but I think you know him very well...
Fried or grilled black. black. black. black. I like a little hot dog with my charcoal. And onions are not an option. They have to be liberally smothered in onions, and if one drops off while taking a bite, it must be instantly retrieves and devoured. The three second rule saves lives folks!!!
If I am slumming, it shames me to admit...but it is true confessions times, right? I have been known to eat the 49 cent pack o' chicken lips and piggy hooves with ketchup and ONIONS...because let's face it. Onions can salve away even Catholic Guilt.
I adore hot dog sauce...with ONIONS cooked in, and at least three kinds of peppers and chili powder and burger and mustard and brown sugar all cooked down to a very thick sloppy joe consistency.
Now cheese is optional. DO I have some? It must be sharpest cheddar I can find. AMERICAN CHEESE IS WAX, not cheese.
Beans in my hot dog sauce? No friggen way. Beans are for soup and corn bread, thank you very much, or burritos, or re-fried delicacies. And beans and weenies? To quote Keito...I thought we were all adults here. That went out with spaghettios and alphabet soup once I started kindergarten.
Now the absolute worst hotdog ever created by mankind is the dog with those little yellow chunks inside them that is erroneously advertised as cheese. Gag...a...maggot.
And interesting hot dog is one from the south, All hail North Carolina. We can't get them in West Viriginia...but I know a guy...Red hots. They are actually pink...don't ask me why, I don't care. Pink dye number whatever, no doubt. but they will light your mouth on fire. I cut them up and cook em in a skillet with cabbage, and they even dye the cabbage pink. but oh man...no need to add red pepper to the dish when I do that way.
So sayeth the Kayenta.
ONIONSSSSSSSSSSSSS!