HOT DOG!

I sometimes get nostalgic for a childhood favourite, the hotdog. The quintessential summertime food. BBQ's. Birthday parties. Patio luncheons. Spending the day in your bathing suit. Running through the sprinkler with your hotdog in hand. Kool-Aid moustache. Memories of sunshine, freckles and the smell of a campfire. One bite of a hotdog and I'm a kid without a care in the world again.

You can only have the neon yellow mustard for it to be the perfect dog...no fancy dijon, no ketchup.

Lovely links of fatty salty goodness...

A thing of beauty! 

(Just don't ask what they're made from.)