I have been disgusted by hot dogs ever since I was approximately 7 and my Great Aunt Nancy forced me to take a bite of one. I was such a picky eater as a kid and believe me, this was traumatizing! Flash forward til I was approximately 12 and I was on my future Dad's boat with my future sister, Angie. This is before our parents started dating and Angie and I were bff's and often referred to each other as sisters. Little did we know that one day we would be!!!! Greg (Dad) made us hot dogs for lunch and to avoid eating it, I threw it overboard into the lake water. I was STARVING, but was too shy to admit that I hated hot dogs with a passion and couldn't make myself stomach the thought of eating one. I am not nearly as picky as I used to be an will try almost everything once. I saw a hot dog being cooked on the food network the other day and it actually looked pretty tasty. I decided it was time to try one!!!!!! And S's birthday party was the day for it.
Greg grilling the hot dog.
My first one! I requested that it be cut down the middle for maximum grill to dog ratio.
Annnddd the first bite. This is pretty much the worst picture ever, but I'm keeping it real here at Cheese Grater in Paradise.
And the verdict.... loved it!!!!! Texture definitely freaked me out. And I had to ease my way into it. I'd say this small little dog took me about an hour to eat. I can't wait for my first baseball game hot dog now!!!!!!