I have an occasional British ale. I drink it cold. Refrigerated. Who won the bloody Revolutionary War, anyway?
How could you not quote some vintage Cecil snark?
I have an occasional British ale. I drink it cold. Refrigerated. Who won the bloody Revolutionary War, anyway?
How could you not quote some vintage Cecil snark?
Yawhatnow? Canned tuna isn’t raw. It’s been cooked to death. All you’re doing is reheating it. I can’t think of any canned food that is raw.
Thought of another thing:
I don’t like fat in or surrounding my meat.
I don’t care if it’s “marbling”, it’s fat and it’s gross. My meat must be very very lean.
I can barely tolerate the fat on bacon and even then, I’ll trim off quite a bit so I am not eating greasy, fatty goo. Yuk!
Miracle Whip tastes better than mayonnaise. I know mayo is the Original Stuff that’s been untainted, but Miracle Whip is tangy and actually has some flavour, unlike mayo which tastes like white fat.
I don’t think I’ve ever met a condiment that I wouldn’t put on a hot dog - hot dogs are basically condiment-conveyance vehicles.
I eat my hamburgers with cream cheese, mustard, and onion when I have access to the cream cheese. I CAN eat it other ways when cream cheese is not available or offered, but when I make them at my home…cream cheese.
my friends all wind up appalled watching me dress my hotdog. Kraut, chili, dill relish, ketchup, mustard, carmelized onions and preferably onion rings if i got em.
Glad to see so many of us understand that runny eggs are poison.
I’ve discovered that the magic words for not getting them runny in a café are “over hard.” They come to me perfect every time that way.
The tuna is a different color after I boil it. THAT’S how I KNOW it’s cooked all the way. I KNOW that it’s wrong and unnecessary, that’s why I’m posting it on this thread. It’s the way I like it and the way that I feel comfortable serving it to my family. FULLY cooked. Yes, there are those in my life who won’t eat meats and fish that I prepare, but by God, if they did eat them, they’d be safe.
Nobody’s telling you you can’t boil them to get them the way you like. But you’re asserting as a matter of fact that they’re not “fully cooked” when, yes, they actually are, no matter how many capital letters you throw around.
Canned foods are “fully cooked.” That’s how canning works.
I recall seeing something on TV about a famous hotdog place that won’t even serve ketchup at their counter. If you ask for it, they’re rude to you.
I have no problem with ketchup on hot dogs. Sometimes I’ll have it, sometimes I won’t.
However, I do admire the passion and dedication to Chicago’s no-ketchup purists.
I’ve heard rumors that Pinks in LA won’t give you catsup aka ketchup but it’s not true. However, the counterman will mock you if you don’t have chili. Ask me how I know.
That’s nothing; Wrigley Field in Chicago won’t serve beer to Canadians.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!
Not true with tequilas. There are some very nice aged silver tequilas. The only difference between them and most reposados is that the silver tequilas are aged in glass or metal tanks instead of oak. And some of those cheap reposados are aged in metal anyway – they just toss some oak chips in with them for tannins.
The whole point is that the ketchup can mask the rat hairs and rodent parts. That’s what makes hot dogs “complex.”
When I put REAL mustard on a hot dog (a nice brown spicy mustard with some texture to it), and some jalapeño relish, it’s doing a lot more flavor masking than the ketchup would.
Persons who willingly eat hot dogs without chili do not deserve to be mocked, or even beaten. The offense itself is its own punishment.
:smack: “Cheese and seafood” not “fish and seafood.”
Some of the old school places here in Chicago claim they will not put ketchup on the hot dog, and will make the customer defile it himself. I say “claim” because I’ve never had reason to test it. Here’s on of Royko’s classic columns on it.
And regarding the chili dog:
Um, chill your drink in the fridge? Then you get it cold and undiluted.
Unless you like the slightly diluted taste of milk on the rocks, then go ahead.
Here in the South we have the almighty slaw dog. Something tells me that would lead some of those hotdog purists to faint dead away.
God, now I want a slaw dog.