I don’t like ketchup on hot dogs, but every once in a while I’ll cut a tomato spear and put that on. That’s not bad.
It is possible, especially if the meat’s been marinated. My brother makes tender well-done steaks all the time, because that’s the why my mother eats them. Personally, for me, well-done steaks and most marinates are for people who like their steak not to taste like beef. I really don’t get it. A perfect steak should have a carmelized exterior with a bloody red interior. I mean…oh…the taste of beef. It’s completely burnt out by the process of doing your steaks well. Plus the texture is ruined, too. Even tenderized marinated cuts of meat well-done have this weird faux soft texture that doesn’t feel like the way a steak should feel against your teeth.
You give HazelNutCoffee and I a call, and we’ll be right over!
As an aside, I am one of those people who orders a Diet Coke with a Big Mac meal or similar. And I am doing it to save calories. I already know I’m busting my calorie budget by eating a big burger (something I do, say a handful of times A YEAR) so I’m drinking diet so as not to needlessly take any MORE calories in. I’m saving where I can so that I can indulge in others. It makes complete sense to me.
Qualifications that invalidate the meaning of the word. So you’ve already proven that you’re willing to say something that is blatantly false in order to advance your point, whatever that may be.
Why the hell should anything you say be given any merit now?
Yes, of course my opinion on that topic makes the fact that Dorkness is an admitted liar moot. Sure.
I may well be a cretin in your opinion, but you are a liar as a matter of fact.
Jesus catsix, what bug crawled up your ass? Left Hand used the word ‘vegetarian’ with qualifications so far as I can see. I don’t see any place where he claims to be a dyed-in-the-wool veggie.
He postures himself as something that he’s not, and then goes all out to say that someone who’s being a ‘food snob’ because they believe their style of eating is based on some kind of higher, kinder morals isn’t being self-righteous.
It’s also got something to do with the fact that when called upon lying about himself, he calls those who point out his lies a ‘cretin’ in order to deflect the fact that he did lie.
I see him as a fraud with no backbone, and those are not people I like.
On the subject of Chicago dogs: I confess. I sneak my own ketchup into such Chicago institutions as Gene & Jude’s, where they won’t even give you any for your fries!
On the other hand, the concept of a hot dog without celery salt leaves me completely baffled.
At least you have the moral tenacity to admit your wrongdoing. Your penance shall be to say a hundred Our Ditkas and 20 hours of service to your local Democratic precinct captain.
Good call on the celery salt…it’s harder and harder to find these days and really is the last magical detail that makes a Chicago hot dog so good.
No, not your opinion, but your ability to drag out a thread to eight pages with nobody being convinced to change their minds on the subject.
That does it!
You and me gonna throw down right now!
I left the Hauss thread well before 8 pages, so you can hardly pin that on me. Of course, it’s not at all possible for me to drag a thread anywhere by myself, and I’m far from the only person on this board who sticks to my opinion with vigor.
I suppose I’m just the only one who doesn’t share your viewpoint.
Anyway, I’ll let this get back to the super enthralling ketchup vs. mustard debate again and give you a rest from complaining about me.
Well, yes, I knew that (and agree about the mmmmmm!), but why does it mean that? Why “blue” (or “bleu” for that matter)?
I agree. About all of it. I just…don’t…get it.
Pffffft, NO, I may put ketchup on my hot dogs, but what kind of heathen do you think I am? Cubbies all the way!
You hurt my feelings with that one. 
I’m sorry, but the truth hurts, doesn’t it? 
(As a South Side Cubs fan since I was 4 [1979], I’m a bit of an anamoly myself. But you still gotta pick one or the other. Fuck the Sox.)
I think it’s because a rare cooked steak looks kinda blue. Probably one of those things like my calico cat being called a blue and cream cat, when she is actually grey and peach.
LifeOnWry are you me? Because I can say almost exactly the same thing.
I’m picky. I’m a very, very, very picky eater. There are many textures that bug me, many flavors that (to me) are just nasty, many combinations of flavors that I cannot imagine actually putting in your mouth twice (once, you might not know - but how the second forkful made it in there is a mystery to me) that other people seem to love.
Or at least not mind.
Or maybe, they have seriously deficient or damaged senses of taste and smell or something, I don’t know.
I will try a bite or two of pretty much anything (at someone’s house. I very, very rarely like it) - but when I’m at a restaurant, paying for food, I’m not going to pay good money for something that I will most likely (from looking at the ingredient list) send back with one bite taken out of it. That’s bad economics.
Rattle on about your wines and hot dogs. How terrible and tragic, to argue about nothing.
Listen! Listen; receive my wisdom.
The best food comes in a plastic package with a flavor packet, and it is called Ramen.
And you may eat the chicken or the pork or the oriental flavors without scorn, though beef is the best and is true and right; all other flavors are mockeries! Those that eat not but Maruchan shall have Heaven’s praise, for all other brands are tasteless, cardboard, undeserving of 3 minutes in two cups of boiling water.
In this, I am right and just.
This speaks to how different humans beings are wired very differently. I love new tastes and smells. I will try just about any new food, and I am the opposite of a picky eater. For the record, I have a better than average sense of smell and taste. I just really, really enjoy a wide variety of flavours and smells.
I’ve tasted ketchup. I’ve tasted mustard - yes, many kinds of mustard, from crayon yellow to spicy brown. I like mustard on sandwiches, but I still put ketchup on hot dogs and would never think of using mustard on one. Ugh!
I’m not sure. I surfed around trying to find it, but all I found was this page that give the word “Blue” and “Rare” as definitions for bleu. Maybe the handsome and kind matt_mcl or some other French speking linguist will drop by for an explanation.
This site also lists Un bleu as a bruise, maybe it’s related?