September 06, 2004
Now THAT was one hell of a squall that just blew over my house. The fucking rain was falling SIDEWAYS and the trees were whipping in the wind as if a giant's hand was shaking them. That was an impressive show. No thunder or lightning, though. (Oops! Too quickly spoken. NOW that the rain is quieting down, the thunder and lightning have started.)
Fuck it. I've got nothing better to do, so I'm going to post a recipe:
A Genuine Southern Chili Dog
Dice a Vidalia onion fine.
Dice two Claussen's dill pickles, fine.
Put some Gwaltney Bun-Sized Smoked Sausages on the grill.
Cook the sausage until they plump up nicely and the skins begin to break.
I usually make my own chili sauce, but yesterday I was roughing it, so I used a microwave cup of Hormel Chili without beans.
Put your buns in the microwave on a paper plate with a damp paper towel underneath the plate. Nuke for 20 seconds for nice, hot, moist buns (a quality I always look for in a woman.).
Drag the sausage dogs off the grill. Place one in each hot, moist bun.
Run ketchup down both sides of the sausage, then a streak of spicy brown mustard right down the top. Garnish with onion and hand-diced pickle relish. Then, add a nice, messy dose of chili all over the top.
Serve with beer, chips and salsa and a whole roll of paper towels.
The more beer you drink, the better the 'dogs taste.
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