Lunch of the Gods

I know, I know they are only hot dogs but it's all about the construction and execution of this lunch that made it fit for the Gods. The frankfurters were top quality. The bread was fresh and doughy. The sauce was delicious and it was all topped of with the oh-so-fancy onion marmalade that I was given as a present by the lovely S when she came to visit. I have been dying to try it out and this seemed like the perfect occasion. J and I were having a lazy afternoon so I decided to make one of J’s favourite lunches and enjoy it out on the balcony with some of his current favourite beer. What a girlfriend I am. The things you do for love.

J and I have two very different memories of hotdogs. His memory is all about his Mum preparing a special treat for the boys for lunch on a Sunday. Mine involves stumbling out of nightclubs during my college days and tucking into the best food god had ever created. Granted my very high opinion of those hotdogs had more to do with the copious amounts of cheap wine I had consumed and less to do with the culinary effort of the street vendor.

But no matter where our passion for hotdogs originates from, we both agree that they are a tasty little treat made all the better by this condiment