Public service announcement: CORN DOG RECALL! http://www.foodsafetynews.com/2016/07/129153/#.V4-Vlbn2aM8 Say it ain't so. I can't remember the last time I had a corn dog, but my mom used to make home made corn dogs that were insanely good. Now I want one.
I have never had a corn dog. I don't understand the appeal. Why not just put a hotdog in a bun the way the good lord intended?
Because it's so much different than in a bun. And better. And it's not messy. And the only condiment you need is mustard. I only eat a hot dog about twice a year but I could eat a corn dog every single day. They're only located in about 6 Southern states, but Cook Out has the best corn dog and they offer them as a side item. Thankfully, the one here is kind of a pain in the ass to get out of if there's any traffic so I don't go very often or my ass would be about 3 ft wide.
Same reason you might have a burger on sesame bun or Kaiser roll, or have garlic toast instead of a dinner roll with your spaghetti, or sop up pot liquor with a corn muffin instead of honey on a biscuit. Variety is the spice of life. Also, it's a hilarious bonus of getting to eat food on a stick.
Yes. And different breads sop better than others. This probably comes as no surprise, but I prefer the deep throat method to get all the crusty bits of corn dog batter that's left on the stick.
Damn right. For you that don't know. Pot Liquor can be just about anything, like broth, that's the juice from cooking. But, usually around here, it's the flavored water from cooking collard greens or vegetables. It's especially delicious to poke a slit in the top of a corn muffin (corn bread cooked in muffin tins), and spoon in the juice from the sauce pan in which field peas were cooked. Shit. Now my mouth is watering.
Really? You could've pulled "poke a slit" and you had a problem with "field peas?" Field peas are like black-eyed peas or purple hull peas, except they're green. And, larger versions are usually zipper peas, or even peanut peas, which kick all kinds of ass.
SQUEEEEEEE!!! I love corndogs. Every year I go to the Texas State Fair...the highlight is people-watching while enjoying a corny dog and a Shiner Bock. Field peas and pot liquor? Uhhh....wut? I thought I liked soul food. I don't know what the hell those are. I got lost after "sop" (which is seriously underrated, btw).
The Wifey and I are going to the CA state fair this weekend. First place I always head is the JUMBO Corndog booth. Deep fried batter and wiener goodness in my mouth. Then we'll head over to the livestock and farm areas, grab some brisket sandwiches, eventually ending up in the wine garden with a platter of meats, cheeses and a bottle (or two) of wine and watch the fireworks. It's become a yearly tradition. Funny story about that tradition. The Wifey and I had only been dating for 3 months when we first went to the fair. After a day of drinking in the heat and a bottle of wine, I thought it would be a great idea to lift one of those decorative empty wine barrels over my head. While I'm sure her panties were drenched, the Fair Cops were not amused. Cue GTE getting escorted out of the park by said cops. I was pretty sure the fling was over with her but she stuck around. The thing she was irritated about most was that I got a ride in their golf cart, she had to walk to the car.
Corn dogs are fantastic for all the above reasons. High School football starts in about six weeks and one of the towns just south of us is of Portugese descent. They do their corn dogs for the football games just a bit different using linguica instead of a wiener. They are every bit as great as it sounds and they usually run out before half time. I will be there for opening game just to eat one, or two.
Corn dogs remind me of the Denny's chilli cheese dog for the same reason: "How can I add to this so it kills me even faster?" I seems to be the only deep-fried carny food that mainstreamed its way into homes, though. Sorry kids, I like you but I don't like them. But I also (famously) think grits taste like creamed rat shit so fuck me, right? I also put ketchup on French toast. Like a man. Edit: Sorry if I'm rambling but my family finally went to sleep so the dad from the campsite next to me (from Texas) fires up a joint the size of a pocket flashlight and demanded I partake. I am FUCKED. This guy is great. He is never not wearing less than THREE star spangled banners on his person. He laughs at my funny accent and wonders "how I talk a millyun fuckin' miles an hour like that." He is loud. REALLY fucking loud. He can also down a can of beer in about seven seconds sans shotgun. My type of guy.
Anyone ever had durian fruit? It's the one that's supposed to smell like rotten assholes but is considered an Asian delicacy because of its sweetness. The local grocery stores are starting to carry them and I'm morbidly curious now.