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pantryslutA review of a new cookbook called How the Hot Dog Found Its Bun shook forth a long-buried memory of mine.
We never ate hot dog buns when I was a child. We ate our hot dogs on inexpertly folded white bread. No, we didn't slice them like a sandwich (my grandmother did, though), we just hoped that the bread would hold together long enough to finish our meal.
This worked better the softer and whiter the bread was.
I think this memory was buried in part because I never eat white bread any more...
We never ate hot dog buns when I was a child. We ate our hot dogs on inexpertly folded white bread. No, we didn't slice them like a sandwich (my grandmother did, though), we just hoped that the bread would hold together long enough to finish our meal.
This worked better the softer and whiter the bread was.
I think this memory was buried in part because I never eat white bread any more...
