So, we learned yesterday that hot dogs, along with other cured and processed meats, are bad for you. As in, CANCER bad for you. Like, cigarettes and alcohol. Which I think may be a smidgen of hyperbole, honestly. I don't know anyone who goes through several packs of hot dogs a day. In light of the bad press - which, let's be honest, no one picks up a hot dog thinking it's really going to be good for them - I wanted to reminisce about some of my favorite hot dog moments. It may seem trite, and if it is, I don't care. It's my blog, and I'll be trite if I want. My first hot dog - that I can remember - was in a Wienerschnitzel in California. I must have been, oh, I don't know, maybe five or six. For some reason, I remember it had an airplane inside... So it may not have been a Wienerschnitzel, although they've largely been closed so there's no way to know for sure. It wasn't a real airplane, just one of those super gimmicky cartoon-like fast f...
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