The WTF Hotdog

You gotta have sausage for a hotdog
You gotta have sausage for a hotdog. You also need sausage if you want to be a man… we shall concentrate on the hotdog today though

The more astute amongst you would have noticed that there was no “Jennee’s Sunday Spread” this week. That is because Jennee joined me in my kitchen this weekend as my kitchen hand was away and quite frankly, I just think she was keen to hang out with me a little more. So she certainly did not have the day to prepare her usual Sunday feast… plus she did consume a lot of alcoholic beverages the previous night. To say that she should not have been allowed to wield a knife on this day would not be a strong enough description of her condition. At one stage of the day I actually asked her to wield a real live knife, to which her response was a look of fear combined with what can only be described as delirious laughter. Not the response I was looking for, but we would carry on nonetheless.

I too was feeling crusty, but I damn well just had to deal with it. It was a straight up case of “we had made our bed and now we had to damn well lie in it”… even if it was a really shonky job of making the bed and the mattress had piss stains and other questionable textures on it. Our friend Em helped us make that bed though, and because of that we are more than happy to lay blame on our crustiness fair and square in her lap. You see, Em has recently purchased a house (which shall be known as our “mattress”) so felt it was only fitting that she should have a house warming party. Sure thing. Who wouldn’t? We thought we would stay for a few drinks (which we will later call our “sheets” and there shall be three of them and they shall be to the wind*) and then be back home in bed at a decent hour as we both had to work the next morning.

Needless to say, we had more than a few drinks (sheets), we did not go to bed at a decent hour (doona), and it’s all Em’s fault.

Anyway, several hours after I got my ragged ass to work, Jennee appeared. Damn. I had forgotten how much Jennee can annoy the shit out of me when she working with a hangover. It was like working with the offspring of a monkey and a galah that someone had trained to dance around and poke me and taunt me with silly words. That woman is seriously just effing disastrous. Some may say it is my comeuppance for being quite annoying on a daily basis but those people who say that should just shut their damn cake holes!

Anyway, the short of the story is that she survived the day, just. But there was no way in hell there was going to be a Sunday feast coming from Jennee… just mumbles and disenchanted sighs.

So I shall tell you about a hotdog we had last week.

I had mine with the lot
I had mine with the lot

This was not the humble hotdog I remember from my youth. I have memories of some kind of bright red sausage shaped thing of un-disclosed origin, pulled from the swampy looking steamy water and then slapped into a warm bun and doused in tomato sauce (or ketchup… sometimes I like to clarify things like this as I do realise that the audience of this blog has reached numbers larger than three or four, and are from all corners of the globe. Corners of the globe? Where the fuck did that come from? Corners of the round globe? Oh dear me… Deary deary dear me… I need to move on…).

Nom nom nom
Nom nom nom

Well the days of the humble hotdog are nothing but a distant memory to present day Grazza, as now, if I am delving into the world of hotdog, I shall be delving into the world of the WTF hotdog (yes his moniker was gained from his close relative the WTF Nachos. This shall also be the moniker given to any old school junk food I tamper with and bring back from the brink of a sad, sad culinary death). This is one souped up dawg. This hotdog walks into my home as a 1978 Datsun 120Y, and hits the table looking looking like a Maserati… a black one with bum warmers in the seats and espresso maker on the dash. It has even been tampered with by the guys from “Pimp my ride” so now it has a custom sun deck and spa…

It’s hard to tell where the sense ends and the dribble begins some days…

Cut it in half if you can't fit the beast in your face. I did it purely to show you what was going on in there...
Cut it in half if you can’t fit the beast in your face. I did it purely to show you what was going on in there…

WTF HOTDOG with sauerkraut, onion jam, cheese, pickled cucumber relish, tomato sauce & yellow mustard
Bratwurst sausages (you need at least one each, but definitely two if you’ve got a little booze flowing through your system)
Hotdog buns (a similar amount to the sausages would be good)
Home made sauerkraut, onion jam, tomato sauce and cucumber relish (recipe below), to serve
Store bought cheese and yellow mustard, to serve
• Get all of your condiments ready if you are making them yourself
• Get your bratwurst cooking
• Wrap buns in alfoil and warm in a low oven for 10 minutes. Turn oven off and leave buns in there until sausages are ready
• Grate cheese
• Warm sauerkraut or don’t. That’s up to you
• Put it all on the table and let everyone go crazy
• WTF!

Pickled cucumber relish
Jennee spoke of a relish they put on their hotdogs in America. I didn’t really know what she was talking about so I made this up… it worked just fine.
½ cup chopped pickles/cornichons/gerkins
½ brown onion, diced
1 jalapeno, chopped
• Put all of those ingredients in the food processer and pulse until you are happy with the consistency

*three sheets to the wind. To be drunk or inebriated.

20 responses to “The WTF Hotdog”

  1. Yes,I like Jennee even more now…in fact, I think I like Em too…great dawg my friend…I almost bought a 1978 Datsun 120Y…was all the rage in the late 80s when I was at Uni 🙂

    • Those are obviously not hotdogs. Just from the pictures … and the list of ingredients say “Bratwurst sausages”. But the way the post shared memories about the “humble hotdog” made us crave them. To each his own, right?

  2. I was just opening my gob to say how much Jennee puts up with on a daily basis when you told me to shut it. I think we may be having hot dogs tonight for dinner 🙂

  3. Haha, I almost LOLed WTF! Sounds like an incredible hangover cure. Man thanks for cheering up my cab ride home after a 20hour day at 2am. Always the energy left for a laugh!

  4. What’s with all these people saying this is not a freaking hot dog? A hot dog is a sausage in a bun served as a sandwich, doesn’t matter whether the sausage is a Bratwurst, boerewors or a f*ing frankfurter (the last of which is what I think they are referring to as a ‘hot dog’ – an American reference, though interestingly, ‘hot dog’ frankfurt sausages were also arguably a German invention).

    Hot dog. WTF. Anyway Graz, I guess it doesn’t really matter but I just want you to know that I’m in your corner, scoffing this delicious hot dog laden with condiment goodness. Hot dog. Yes it is.

  5. OH………………….MY……………………GAWDDDDDDDD……………… did I miss this blog? I have been reading these blogs for what seems like eternity just to see, if by some small chance, by some modern day ‘non kiddie-fiddlin’ catholic saint’ miracle, that I would sneak a small mention in said blogs. Now here I am the star attraction as “the blame” (we just won’t mention that this blog is actually all about food & recipes so unless I am either a) food or b) recipe instructions I’m probably not ever going to ‘star’ in the blog but anyway), and I missed it! Grazza, you’ve made my night, perhaps even my bloody year! And to be honest, I’m glad to share the lime-light with such a fine sounding sausage (you know how I feel about a bit of sausage lately….), I could devour one right now in fact – that’s the WTF hotdog of course!

    • I am very pleased we could help fulfill a dream/fantasy… And a little FYI; I think you could be considered to be a type of food… Or at least edible.

      Now get out there and get yerself some sausage homegirl!!

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