October 19, 2010

Hot Dogs

You've been reading my blog for a while, then you know how I feel about healthy eating.  From that you might surmise how infrequently we eat things like hot dogs.  Such things are reserved for birthday parties involving little kids.  Even then I insist on Hebrew National or the ones from the butcher shop.  No lips or tongues here, please. 

In fact,  maybe this story will illustrate for you how little attention they get around here.  We bought a box to toss on the grill for Kaitlin's graduation reception in July for the kids who might not want lamb.  (Oh yeah, I didn't post about that yet... one of these days?)  Anyway, the remaining uncooked ones went into the spare refrigerator in the laundry room where I store our dairy order and bulk produce purchases. 

Two days before we left on vacation in September, we cleaned out the fridge, scrubbed it down and defrosted the freezer.  That's when I found the box of hot dogs.  The boys were psyched all day looking forward to those gems for dinner.

When it came time to get cooking, I opened the box and they were moldy.  I never knew something with so many preservatives could spoil but sure enough, they were green!  Yes, my little men were sorely disappointed when there hopes for dinner melted into organic fried eggs and toast.

What does that have to do with the crock pot cooking series?  I am so glad you asked!  Quite a few years ago, in an effort to stretch our grocery dollars, we joined a frozen food coop.  It was a neat concept, but sometimes you ended up with a lot of something you might not necessarily eat.  This particular time it was an enormous box of foot long hot dogs. 

We had just the freezer over top of our refrigerator and they had sat there for some time taking up precious space.  One day we had a fellowship dinner coming up in the middle of winter.  I had put on a pot of borsct to cook the night before figuring it would be perfect when we woke up in the morning.  What I learned instead is that if you cook borsct in the crock pot overnight, the beets turn white.  Really.  It was revolting looking.  I don't think it tasted any different, but it looked so disgusting I couldn't bring myself to eat, never mind take it to fellowship.  Just about the time I was about to burst into tears,  my brilliant husband came up with a plan. 

The hot dogs.  We put the hot dogs in the crock pot.  Covered them with water.  A quick stop on our way to worship for rolls, ketchup and mustard and the hot dogs were the hit of the buffet line.  No kidding.  By the time we got through the line the pot was empty and kids all around were happy as pigs in slop. 

So if you are looking for  a quick dish to take to a pot luck, there you have it.  This would work for a large crowd at your own home that contains a number of children, too. 

2 comments :

  1. I'm with you...hot dogs are, well, weird. Having said that, I made home-made corndogs and the kids (and the neighbors) thought they'd died and gone to heaven.

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  2. Keep this in mind for the 5th Sunday coming up...

    Love you,
    Nana

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