A few readers believe me to be a saintly type guy: Works all the time, eats healthy, gets plenty of reset, has the power to leap tall buildings in a single bound.
Mostly, they’re right.
But even the finest intent doesn’t make up for those two times a year I go to the store with Elaine and something….yesterday it was hotdogs – catches my eye and “just gotta have ‘em.”
Not that hotdogs are bad for you, but not that they’re particularly good, either.
They have plenty of salt, some have nitrates and so forth. The buns have sugar in the dough and they’re really dangerous in terms of calories, fat, and so forth.
But it’s the time of the year when even though I won’t put up with a football game for more than the final 5-minutes of play (that becomes a time machine, in that 5-minutes of play takes 15-minutes on any normal clock), I still get a hankering for the food of the sport.
Sports to me consists of culinary items: Beer, hotdogs, maybe chips, no peanuts thanks (allergies), and maybe an ice cream sandwich. Deflating balls or hitting balls with sticks is ultimately stupid…only in America could this be turned into billions; we are so effing stupid.
Since I’m trying to eat healthy, I haven’t touched Elaine’s chips. How a woman can eat chips now and then and remain the same 121 pounds forever is something of a mystery. Wish I had those genetics.
Panama, out in his freezer keeps the Klondike Bar stash. Nothing to an old soldier like a good sweet after a long hike…
So with those items off the table, in our Monday resupply mission to town (after watching the MLK Day Parade (didn’t have much choice, it was between us and the store, but it was a nice parade) I broke down and got some Ball Park Franks.
No artificial ingredients, no by-products, and the salt, well, more on that in a minute.
All the way home I was dreaming of them: It has been the better part of 18-months since my last hotdog binge.
The Secret is Preparation
Having acquired the devices of sin, it was off to the kitchen to prepare the feast. Called Panama on the intercom: He was down with one…admirable self-restraint. I was going for two, although my personal best is six, but that was set some 50-years ago.
Water was boiled, the franks brought up to perfection and the three buns were microwaved (cover on) for exactly 19-seconds. Moist, but not gooey.
Then came the assembly process that I first learned about at the old King Dome in Seattle.
The “magic” of a hotdog is in being wrapped in foil.
I don’t know what it is, but if you have a hot bun, a frank hot out of boiling water, and slap ‘em together and wrap them in foil for 3-5 minutes, something happens.
I can’t tell you whether it’s psychological (maybe) or whether it’s that foil is all glittery-like, but whatever the reason, after 3.5 minutes the hotdog is still hot, the bun is even more moist, and there’s been a melding of flavors that just needs mustard to complete.
I’m not bad like this very often…most of the time I eat healthy. But sometimes, I confess, I’m bad. Really, really bad. Worse: No regrets whatsoever.
I figure a couple of dogs on a national holiday can’t possibly be a bad thing.
Besides, since all the rest of our food, except for the odd pizza, is hand-built natural, the minor load of preservatives I pick up will pickle me, more than anything.
And that’s a thought to be…er….relished.
Salt Ain’t All Bad
Following Monday’s discussion of blood pressure, a reader (Bill #526) tossed this in the ring:
You need to get up to date on that subject. Link below will help.
Debunking The Salt Myth: Add This Seasoning to Food Daily
from Dr. Mercola who knows whereof he speaks.
True stuff. But I can personally eat high-salt and low-salt (of the same food) and push my BP around 10-points or more. Seriously.
You body is one of the few chemistry sets you can buy anymore than hasn’t been licensed, restricted, regulated, or outlawed. So keep notes and run your own experiments.
PQQ
There was an important note from a reader about PQQ: Not all brands seem to work the same (for him):
Hi George,
Are you feeling the Pqq? I ran out of the Life Extension mitochondrial support brand, and have used the Jarrow (top rate company per my highly trained wife) result? I am very energetic but not recovering from exertion as fast. I will revert to the Life Extension brand.
Also, BP is more an issue for me due to lard, alcohol, and other issues. But I had real scare this Fall when my cardiologist said to buy a top shelf monitor and do 3 months on a protocol.
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