I had been toying with the idea for a while of combining two loves in my life: hot dogs and France. Last night, I finally lived the dream.
-shredded gruyere cheese
-chopped raw onions
-extra strong dijon mustard
Slice baguette and place it on a baking sheet. Sprinkle the gruyere liberally over the baguette. Stick the tray in the oven on the top rack and let the cheese melt. Cook hot dogs to your liking. Once the dogs are cooked and the cheese has melted, combine all ingredients on baguette. Mangez!
The hot dogs were a crowd pleaser (and by crowd I mean Mikey and me). Not to toot my own horn, but they made me feel like I was in Paris again and Mikey thought the flavors blended perfectly. Delicieux!
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
My brother scored extra tickets to Friday night's Phillies v. Mets game and invited Mikey and me to go along. Since he's a big fan of the blog (as family is required to be), he suggested we do some hot dog recon while there. He heard from a friend that the Hatfield Summer Dog was the place to be. He also heard that if you just ask any Hatfield stand at the park about the Summer Dog, they would let you know which stand it was at as they are only sold at one stand. So we said the secret password and found out they were being sold at Section 125 (now you know).
Behold the mighty Summer Dog. It is a Hatfield frank served on a pretzel roll with a sort of pico de gallo, a thin sliver of cucumber, and an ancho chili sauce. The hot dog really did feel like summer. I liked the sweetness of the tomatoes and pretzel. I know some are not a fan of the idea of a pretzel roll, but don't knock it until you try it. At first bite, my brother remarked on the kick from the ancho sauce. It was enough heat to add a little extra dimension to the hot dog without leaving your mouth ablaze. Mikey commented that the cucumber added a slight sophistication to the hot dog. Yo, we take our job of eating hot dogs very seriously.
Phillies and Summer Dog pride!
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
My sister had this to share:
"Hey! My hot dog had yellow mustard and relish. It was burning hot and wrapped in foil - so hot that I had to wrap a napkin around the foil. Then my bun fell apart b/c it was soggy. The dog itself was quite good, as it was an all beef hebrew national (my personal fav). I think if it wasn't the last hot dog at the bottom of the heated drawer, it wouldn't have been so messy. I also think that if I wasn't a little tipsy and ravenous I might not have enjoyed it so much. I was regretting my choice when Rob returned to our seats with a brat topped w peppers, in a lovely paper tray lined with parchment paper. He let me snag a bite (actually I just went in for the kill when he was looking the other way). "