Backyard Weenie Roast

On last Sunday afternoon Grandma and I came home from church hungry, as one often does on the first Sunday of the month. So we all stood around in the kitchen thinking about things to eat as Grandma opens the door to the freezer and spots a package of hot dogs.

"How about hot dogs?" she asks. Grandpa and I give each other funny looks. In my personal opinion hot dogs are only worth eating if cooked over a fire or on a grill. It's that little bit of charcoal that makes the whole dog. After politely expressing this sentiment Grandpa mentioned that he had some boards that he wanted to burn anyway.

So we gathered together the hot dogs, which we boiled to thaw - so we wouldn't have to burn the outside to get the inside hot. And the freezer burnt hot dog buns from the back of the freezer, which we thawed in the microwave. The condiments were piled into a bag with the slightly stale marshmallows, chocolate, and crackers (we didn't have ant graham crackers, so we made do with the least salty crackers we could find in the cupboard).

It was so much fun roasting hot dogs over the fire in the backyard in the dry rain (when it rains so lightly you don't get wet) with my eighty-year-old grandparents. The fire roasted flavor overpowered any freezer burn or staleness. It was a very enjoyable meal.

It just goes to show, you're never too old to enjoy a good weenie roast.


P.S. After typing this up I emailed it to my Mom before posting and she pointed out an interesting typo I made at the very end. I missed the 't' in the sentence "It was a very enjoyable meal." Mom and Grandma and I all got a good laugh out of my declaring myself an enjoyable meal. :)