This Weeks Craving: Hot Dogs

Oh my goodness.... here comes a craving.... Hot Dogs? Apparently, my mother graduated to hot dog cravings after her fettish with salad and iced tea... (yuck).. So i wonder if pregnancy cravings have anything to do with genes?

Yes this last week has been hot dogs... I know, i know: not good for you, right? Well that is just too bad!

So what exactly is a hot dog? By definition: A hot dog is a type of fully-cooked, cured and/or smoked moist sausage of soft, even, texture and flavor. It is usually placed hot in a soft, sliced Hot dog bun of approximately the same length as the sausage, and optionally garnished with condiments and toppings.

Here is a cute little poem i found online that only i can truly appreciate:

When Herbert Got a Hot Dog

When Herbert got a hot dog

he stared at it a while,

then dripped a drop of [regular] mustard on

and smiled a little smile.

He covered it with relish

which really made him grin,

then spread it thick with mayonnaise

and shoveled onions in.

He splashed it with some ketchup,

as much as he could squeeze,

and tossed on chopped tomatoes

and some shredded cheddar cheese.

He smothered it with sauerkraut,

and bacon bits and beans,

He even added twenty two

Norwegian canned sardines.

He piled it high with pickles

and peppers by the pound.

He topped it off with chili

then he looked at it and frowned.

He shed a single tiny tear

and gave a little pout,

for Herbert hated [regular] mustard

so he had to throw it out.

--Kenn Nesbitt

I HATE REGULAR MUSTARD! I LIKE THE SPICY KIND. SO THIS POEM WAS SLIGHTLY EDITED:)