I love when my dad comes over because it means I won’t have to think too hard afterwards to come up with a blog entry. His latest visit was no exception:
Him: When are you going to post some real recipes?
Me: What do you mean?
Him: You know, some manly recipes. Nothing crazy like Mulliga-whatever-it-was.
Me: You think my recipes are...too girly?
Him: Yes, too girly. Where’s the meat?
At first, I was offended. There was a little bit of chicken in the mulligatawny, after all. And, okay, maybe coconut milk is a tad girly, but that’s what the spices are for. To put some hair on those breasts. But, I mean, this is coming from a man who takes his margaritas frozen with no salt, and only when piña coladas and strawberry daiquiris aren’t on the menu. Who are you calling a girl?
But then, I realized he had a point. Where is the meat? I checked my recipe archives and the only things containing meat were the borscht and the Chinese dumplings. Except they're meat mixed with vegetables, which might as well be tofu.
Have I gone stark raving mad? Have the Californians finally forced upon me the Kool-Aid? Because I can totally put away Sloppy Joes like nobody’s business. We just haven’t gotten to that part of the family cookbook, yet.
Anyway, I’m somewhat ashamed of myself. So, to make amends, here’s a manly recipe of the manliest sort. It’s something even my dad should be able to master.
1 hot dog (or more)
Hot tap water
Jab hot dog with fork. Run under hot water until it’s, you know, hot. Eat straight from the fork.
Suggestion: Use Hebrew National if you want God on your side.