This, my friends, is a hot dog. Humble denizen of the barbecue, where summer after summer, he is lazily consumed with such side dishes as potato salad, coleslaw, corn on the cob, and watermelon.
Or, shoved frantically into greedy mouths during an eating contest. ;) Tonight, my company hosted a small hot dog eating contest. By small, I mean around 16 people in total: 5 eaters, 5 counters, 5 onlookers, and 1 official timekeeper. It takes a village, you guys . . .
And in answer to your unasked question, yes, I did take part! I was the sole women's representative & didn't bring shame upon my sex. My 5.5 hot dogs (in 15 minutes) earned me 4th place - 2.5 dogs behind the 3rd place contestant & 0.5 dogs ahead of the loser.
Plus, I won the two contests that I made up! I was the first one to eat after the contest ended, chowing down on a slice of watermelon not ten minutes after shoving the last hot dog in my mouth. AND, I was the loudest belcher, letting out two or three good ones during the contest itself. Mum & Dad - you must be so proud of me right now! :)