Thursday, February 25, 2010

On With Today?

Awright, awready!

Today's been pretty uneventful. I have gotten out of bed. I have not put any clothes on. I have read the latest Razorcake. I have not done much else.

I have skipped class. For the seventh time this week. And it's only Thursday. Oh my, what a life to lead. When will I ever get things done? Things are worst when I can't get myself to do things that I love to do. It's as if a switch is flipped and now I'm just a sponge. Taking in information and entertainment. Dreaming. Not altogether bad. Rest is a requirement we have. But I've signed on for getting more than this done and instead I'm always tired. Always.

Last night after we got done doing a demo over at The Gourmet Chef, Sue dropped me off at home. I walked Teddy and called my mom back. She won tickets to see the Trans Siberian Orchestra and Van Morrison - what a bill! Weird. But awesome. Then, I checked the mail. Matty Cellphone sent me a Johnny Quota button and some other damn near useless shit. I've got Mr. SnakeBoots Esq.'s Wolverine shirt now. That's nice. Frame it for the kids! And four Epitaph buttons. Plus, as a bonus - hey, did The Cellphone even know what he was up to? - there's an Off With Their Heads sticker on the outside of the box. They just signed to Epitaph, Tricky Cellphone!

But - the Demo! Yeah, that's right. A demo. I was the sidekick and we did a cooking show. For twelve women who wanted to know how to roll sushi. It went weird. It went well. All hail my mad rolling skills!

And now I've blogged again, if I haven't done anything else. Check out this video - some weird German ska band. Pretty funny. Ska, that is.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

For Al Scorch; Wherein the Devil May Find Him Well

A Straight Dope Classic from Cecil's Storehouse of Human Knowledge
Why is there no ketchup on a properly made hot dog?
August 30, 1991


Dear Cecil:

I was sitting at the Montreal Pool Room eating my all-dressed hot dog and suddenly the question hit me: why is there no ketchup in an all-dressed? Is ketchup not as respectable a condiment as relish or mustard? Is there a conspiracy? Does Dirty Harry's remark about ketchup in a hot dog have anything to do with it? I would be so thankful if you could shine a light on this obscure bit of knowledge for a passionate and perplexed user of ketchup.

— Paul Macneil, Dorval, Quebec


Cecil replies:

Paul, I know you don't mean to act like an alfalfa-chewing barbarian, but this is like asking why Leonardo didn't paint the Mona Lisa on black velvet. Ketchup is destructive of all that is right and just about a properly assembled hot dog (and we're talking about a pure beef hot dog, not one of those things you could serve with dressing on Thanksgiving).

Ketchup smothers the flavor of the hot dog because ketchup makers add sugar to their products. That takes the edge off the highly acidic tomatoes, but it takes the edge off everything else, too. Which is exactly why a lot of parents like it, according to Mel Plotsky, sales manager for the David Berg hot dog company in Chicago. (Chicago is one of the hot dog's holy cities.) Put ketchup on it and a kid will swallow anything--and from there it's a straight shot to Velveeta cheese, Franco-American spaghetti, and Deborah Norville.

For that matter, you want to watch the mustard, too. Plotsky says your mainstream brands like French's put in too much turmeric and whatnot. What you want is some unpretentious mustard like Plochman's that enhances rather than competes with the flavor of the beef. You should also steam or grill rather than boil your hot dogs--water leaches away the flavor and softens the wiener till it becomes non-tooth-resistant mush.

But--getting back to the original question--you say you like the taste of tomatoes. Fine, then eat tomatoes, as God meant them to be eaten--fresh sliced and piled on top of the hot dog. The recommended ingredients of a hot dog with everything, in order of application, are mustard, relish, chopped onion, sliced tomato, kosher pickle spear, optional peppers, and celery salt. (Many think you have to get kraut in there too, but Cecil wants a hot dog, not Oktoberfest.)

People get pretty emotional over the ketchup question. Mel Plotsky opened our discussion by describing the condiment as a "catchall of garbage." Over at crosstown rival Vienna Sausage, they refer to ketchup as the "K-word." If you go into an authentic hot dog joint and ask for ketchup on your hot dog, the counterman will pause and look you in the eye. He may or may not say, "Ketchup?" with a tone of disbelief. But you may be certain what he's thinking: "Behold this creature that walks like a man. It wants ketchup on its hot dog."

But hey, if you want ketchup, by all means get it.

— Cecil Adams