A few comments about my Fourth of July burgers and hotdogs at my in-laws:
First, my mother-in-law and my wife both assert that Hebrew National is the finest of all the hotdog brands. I disagree, but more importantly, I discount their objectivity when it comes to Hebrew National because they are both Jewish.
Am I wrong?
Even my mother-in-law admitted that her proclivity toward Hebrew National might have more to do with the fact that she ate this brand of hotdog as a child than the actual taste of the product.
Indoctrination can be a powerful thing.
I’m a Ball Park man, myself, and I was raised on Almac’s hotdogs, so no childhood yearnings, religious proclivity, or cultural bias involved with my preference. It’s just a good tasting hotdog.
It should also be noted that if you ever have the pleasure of enjoying a meal at the home of my in-laws, be sure to verify the expiration dates on any of the condiments that you may use. While the food will most assuredly be delicious, the accouterment may leave something to be desired. While I eat my hotdogs plain, I enjoy catsup on my burgers. When we finally managed to locate a bottle in their refrigerator, I checked the expiration date based upon a previous experience with jelly that was older than eight-year old niece.
Check out the expiration date of the catsup:
it expired more than five years ago and looked that old when I examined the bottle. My father-in-law, Gerry, challenged my unwillingness to partake in the catsup, asking if I had ever heard of anyone dying from an expired condiment.
In Gerry’s mind, what doesn’t kill you can apparently be applied to hamburgers without concern.
