The Hot Dog Debacle

I am a weeny loving girl!

I proudly flaunt that truly nothing tastes better on a warm summer, late fall day than a juicy, warm, plump, weeny. You thought I was going to say something else. Get your mind out of the gutter…but I like your thinking!

Today, like any day when debating about what exactly to eat for lunch the hubs decides to make a few hot dogs. We here at The Five Fish LURVE hot dogs. Turkey dogs, kosher dogs, lips and sphincter dogs, we like ’em all. While he was preparing his 210 calorie feast, I was munching on edamame. Healthy choice for the dieter in me. However, I buckled when I truly needed more than a snack, so I figured I could make room for the calories and be well within my count for the day.

But here is where the weeny situation gets slippery.

DH adds the following condiments to his forbidden snack:

Um who ordered mayo?!
Yes, I am the communist of all weeny munchies. I refuse, refuse to add the mayo to a perfectly tasty treat. Load me up on onions, relish, mustard and ketchup, each lining the sides mind you, as my OCD cannot handle it any other way. But HOLD. THE. MAYO.
So I beg the question to those of you who love the weeny
between a soft pair of buns what do you slather it with?
Are you like me with mustard, ketchup, relish, and onions?

8 Replies to “The Hot Dog Debacle”

  1. No mayo, no, no, no. That's just for burgers (or nothing since I think it's the worst condiment ever created)

    (PS. I got your email and I'll be answering you but I'm trying desperately to get caught up from being gone for so long and once my head is above water, I'll email you back.)

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