Hot Dog!

Truthfully, I don't eat much junk food or red meat.  Occasionally, I crave a Chic Fil A Breakfast Sandwich, a hot dog, or blue corn chips with queso.  I'll eat a few bites to satisfy my craving and throw the rest out.

Not long ago, I made Pigs In Blankets with Hebrew National franks.  I dunked my dog in Heinz Chili Sauce for old times sake.  Some of my fondest childhood memories revolve around the humble dog.  Sometimes, my dad and I would  stop by Grandpa Hildebrecht's for lunch on Saturday.  

Grandpa's hot dogs came from Otto's, an Elmhurst meat market.  Otto's also sold the bratwurst, metwurst, knockwurst, and thurnger sausages that Grandpa served with homemade cole slaw and German potato salad many Saturday evenings.  Grandpa got me hooked on the Heinz Chili Sauce.

Occasionally, Daddy and I would eat a Chicago Dog at Portillo's.  Mr. Portillo began his hot dog empire with a tiny trailer not far from one of our apartment buildings.