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February 23, 2006

Hot Dog Roaster


I may be mistaken but if memory of those lazy, hazy crazy days of summers long since gone by serves me correctly, we used to use untwisted old wire coat hangers to roast our hot dogs.

If that's the case then there may be, at long last and after all, a scientific explanation for what happened to me: the chemical reactions undergone by the paint and lacquer and whatnot on the coat hangers impaling the hot dogs, catalyzed by the smoke and heat and the chemicals in the hot dogs themselves, created the functional equivalent of inorganic prions which I cheerfully ingested over the years, the more or less inevitable outcome being me in my current state, producing piffle like this.

But I digress.

From the website:

    Hot Dog Roaster

    A campfire necessity!

    Nothing tastes quite like a good hot dog, roasted to perfection over a campfire.

    Maybe that's why these classic roasters fly off the shelves of our retail store — they are one of the most popular items we carry.

    Heavy–duty, galvanized steel shaft and two–pronged roaster hold up to the hottest fires and will last for years.

    45" total length and 12" stay–cool wooden handle keep every member of the family a safe distance from the fire.

    Use for roasting sausages and marshmallows, too.

$3.95 (hot dogs not included).

February 23, 2006 at 03:01 PM | Permalink


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I'm so hongry. (Way different from hungry. Hungry to hongry is like naked to nekkid- naked being running around with no clothes on and nekkid being running around with no clothes on and up to something. Hongry is starving and kind of wild about it.) Those hot dogs look soooo good..... Guess I could go fire up the grill, only no charcoal and no hot dogs. I once roasted hot dogs in my fireplace only I don't recommend doing that because my house smelt like hot dog grease (a good smell, but still) for a month and a half and everytime I'd come home from somewhere I had to fish my cat out of the chimney.

Oh yeah, more piffle! More piffle!

Posted by: Flutist | Feb 23, 2006 4:37:33 PM

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