Yesterday I had a hankering for a Hot Dog (or two or three). So I bought some. And Teresa and I are five out of the pack of ten.
Today I’m having another three for lunch. Yesterday’s were wrapped in ordinary(-ish) white sliced bread. And had a wee dab of fiery English mustard on ‘em.
Today’s, more authentically, I reckon, are in hot dog rolls, with American style mustard. Much milder!
I wouldn’t be too surprised if most of what little nutritive value might be in these is the butter and onions.
But they’re dashed tasty, and they’re putting a smile on my careworn face. Maybe even bringing a little energy to my exhaustipated and enervated frame?
