Corn Dogs--what have I missed?

These are the ones my kids like. They are available in the mid-west… not sure about elsewhere. Take the time to bake them, they aren’t too good when microwaved.

http://www.statefairbrand.com/varieties

You ain’t nothin’ but a corn dog
You’re a wiener wrapped in pone
You ain’t nothin’ but a corn dog
You’re a wiener wrapped in pone
Put some mustard on ya
In five bites you’ll be gone

BRAVO!!! Johnny, you are truly the King :D.

If you are the type to order Schwan’s (frozen convenience foods delivered straight to your door!), I’m given to understand that the Schwan’s mini corn dogs are excellent. Also, if there is an A&W fast food restaurant near you (we are lucky enough to have one here that is combined with a Long John Silver; hubby and I can get out not-really-seafood fast food fix, while the kid gets her not-really-hot-dogs A&W fix, and we can all get a frosty mug of A&W root beer to go with it!), then A&W sells mini corn dogs, too. At least on their kids’ menu.

What kind of dangermom are you? You should ask the mods to change your name to boringandsafewhosekidsnevergettodoanythingandgettauntedatschoolforbeingwussesmom

So to find something hidden in mustard, use a corn dog instead of a forked stick? Thanks for the tip. :wink:

Oh, my kids love corn dogs. They have been warned, and they may choose for themselves. But I never buy them, because I had a traumatic incident with a corndog in my youth, and I never touch the sly treacherous things.

I’m gonna add another “not me” vote where Alton’s corn dog recipe is concerned.

Visible bits of corn in a roughly cylindrical shape? And brown to boot? Not this little black duck.

Dowh! :smack:

It’s been years since I’ve had a corn dog. I used to buy them at the local Aldi’s, so they were probably not all-beef (no idea what brand they were) but the mustard probably masked the taste. I was at the NC State Fair last week and there were lots of booths selling them; a couple of times I thought about getting one, but there were so many other things I wanted to try that I never got around to it.

Ya know, I haven’t been there in 20 years. I should swing by sometime. Mrs. Homie, OTOH, works practically across the stree from there. Her assessment of the Cozy Dog: meh.

In one of emeril’s cookbooks he had a great corndog recipe. Everyday’s a party I think?

Yeah, but unless I’m mistaken Mrs. Homie is of the female type, and that is the wrong demographic for corn dog ratings. The correct demographic is Guy… Fat Guy… Drunk Fat Guy. Ok, maybe not all the way to drunk, only after the 3rd beer (around 10 am).

I can’t see insisting on a quality hot dog if it’s going to be covered in deep-fried corn batter. It seems to me corn dogs are barely passable as fair or mall food because of their convenience and portability, but I wouldn’t dream of choosing one over a real hot dog on a bun for a sit-down meal.

41 years here, and it is on my Food Holy Grail list. I finally had chicken fried steak last year but it looks like corn dogs will have to wait for next fair season.

Poultry dogs just don’t taste right.

I don’t trust those ones from the fair, though I’ve purchased one or two. I’ve made them in the past, and it’s all about the quality of the ingredients that go into them. Use crap $.99 for 10 hotdogs, and you get a crap corndog.

I need to make them again. It’s been a few years (since I last saw the Good Eats episode), and I’m sure my 4yo would love them! She’s a hotdog eating machine.

I recall eating them about once a week in elementary school, where we were also treated (subjected?) to Salisbury steak, “pizza burgers,” and other 1970’s-Food-Pyramid-toppling abominations.

It really does make a difference.

The turkey and chicken ones are fowl.

First, how likely are you, already, to die of a stroke or myocardial infarction within the next couple years? If the answer is, “pretty damned likely,” there’s no hope for you and I’ll send you with my blessing to what will be but a minor acceleration to the inevitable. Otherwise, avoid them. They aren’t worth it. Ever wake up next to the last person you wanted to leave the party with, and realized it hadn’t even been fun? That is eating a corndog.