|Go Talk to a Chair, Clint.|
Ordinarily, I have my hot dog standard of mustard*, and maybe some chopped onions. I prefer steamed to grilled, but grilled works too. I'd eat either of those combinations while watching kind-hearted souls push a beached whale's carcass toward a grasping sea.
That's my summer pal on the grill or at the ball park, making me as regular as the next guy, unless the next guy is from Chicago. I'm no Dirty Harry when it comes to my dog. While ketchup doesn't ordinarily touch my dog, I will always make an exception for my childhood creation of peanut butter and ketchup on a dog. Don't laugh, and don't knock it until you've tried it. Experimentation. Check it out. Responsibly.
How do squash my boredom? Well, there was that roasted banana ketchup I'd made recently. It was crazy with the spices. It was wacky with The Good. That would certainly liven things up, I'd thought, but what about adding some of that tasty cole slaw I'd brought back from a recent visit to R&D Kitchen? Hmmm, the combo sounded good, and what of a side? Pickles? Bah! Eschewing the humdrum I remembered the mushrooms I'd roasted in olive oil, garlic and butter along with some sprouts o' Brussels the night before. I'd made them in an effort to salvage a Wee Wonder-requested spaghetti and turkey meatballs dinner extrava-not-so-much. It had worked, but, as they say at America's Test Kitchen, "would it work with my wiener"*?
|Mmmm, Blurry Mushrooms|
|Abstract Berkely Hot Tub Party with Fur Burritos|
|"Don't Hate Me Because I'm Beautiful"|
Be Ye Aware: Like your book and music collections I judge your condiments.
** We love America's Test Kitchen. We do.