Today I’m honoring the hot dog roast, a simple slice of americana that reminds me of lake days and baseball and a summer already behind us. I know, I know, hot dogs are the opposite of healthy, and vegetarians probably gag at the thought of them. I only eat two or three (okay five or six) a year, so no doubt I have worse habits I could / should / do fret over from time to time. But this is me trying to keep things light over here in my Grace Grits and Gardening world.
Personally, I think we could all use a big ole hot dog roast.
In Northwest Arkansas last weekend, the weather gods gave us a picture perfect string of days. John and I took advantage of the cooler temperatures and spent some time outside. Leaves are finally turning. Pumpkins make me happy.
Back In The Day
When I was a kid, a hot dog or marshmallow roast meant finding a stick to be used as a skewer. So in a way, the hot dog roast also included a treasure hunt. The stick needed to be the right length so as not to burn my hand. It needed to be slender enough to skewer the dog yet sturdy enough to support it. At the lake, sticks around our house in the woods were plentiful. A good stick that passed the test would be propped on the porch to use again.
Meet Our New Skewers
Times have changed, at home anyway. Our skewers are legit now.
Last year, I searched the interwebs for the perfect hot dog roasting skewers and gave two to John for Christmas. Last weekend (finally), we broke one in. There’s nothing much better than grilling hot dogs, sipping a beer, and enjoying the back yard after a Razorback win.
The beauty of these skewers is not only the cool design and sturdiness, but also the ability to grill multiple dogs at once. There’s an art to it. John has mad hot dog grilling style. He’s rotating the dogs just right to get even roasting. I’ve got nothing against a stick off the ground skewer, but metal ones transfer heat more uniformly than a green branch. Simple science, if you believe in that sort of thing.
Below is a better picture of the skewers I bought from Terrain (technically a marshmallow skewer). If you need these in your life, click HERE. (This is not an ad. Simply something I like!)
Dressing the Dog
I’m a hot dog purist which some may call boring. I like an untoasted bun and a grilled all-beef hot dog with French’s yellow mustard. That’s it. No relish. No ketchup. No cheese. No guacamole. Nothing.
John toasts his bun and loads it up chili, onions, and cheese. I believe this is technically called a Coney Island Chili Dog? He ate two, not that we’re keeping score or anything.
I promise there are hot dogs underneath the mound of goodness.
Anyway for today, in this dog eat dog world, this is my burning question. What’s your go-to hot dog style? There are no wrong answers.
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