Monday, October 12, 2009


I'm not proud of it, but I serve my kids hot dogs at least twice a week.  It's a necessary sacrifice in a busy world.  They are protein tubes, a processed, uniform, convenient ration you defrost, heat up with a starch and there you go, a meal on a busy night.  

I only serve kosher hot dogs, at any rate.  My brother in law is a rabbinical student and slaughterer for the subcontracter that procures rabbis for Hebrew National.  He sees about 400, er, clients a day.  So we tell the kid's they are Uncle Yishay's hot dogs.  Drop those babies in a microwave, straight from the freezer, and Bob's yer uncle.  I serve it with carrot and celery sticks, maybe sliced cucumber, but they could care less.


  1. Hebrew National makes their hot dogs out of REAL RABBIS????

  2. While we're at it, you might want to check out THIS food blog, by a friend of mine from high school:

    As you can probably tell, he has no children or real job - he's a visual artist who dabbles rather dramatically in the culinary arts.