Once again I’m at the beach, in Oregon, eating hot dogs. It was a windy day. Truly, these were sand dogs – the wind blew all kinds of “gritty secret seasoning” over lunch. I like to think it added that umami layer of goodness, but then again, everything tastes better outside. Sand and umami be dammed.
What’s noteworthy about this? Keeping it simple. Wood, grill, dogs, buns, mayo and grainy mustard. Stick to the essentials. Yes, wine is an essential.
wine is an “essential”.
what I like about this photo (taken on my iphone) is how dark, dangerous and tortured these hot dogs look. Makes me feel a little bit uncomfortable*. Perhaps it’s because I greedily bit the end off of one before they were shot, so the right dog looks downright dog-eared. But still yummy.
What I can tell you, is that when bitten into, it was texture heaven…..the blistered skin crackled and popped while the mustard met up with the mayo and decided to meld into a unctuous tart and creamy sauce. simple pleasures, right?
*no hotdogs were harmed during filming