The Grilled Cheese Dog
Just because something sounds like a good idea, doesn’t mean it always is. That rule applies to many things in life, but I find it most applicable in the kitchen. I am a good (though not great) cook when it comes to techniques, but my ideas for new dishes are usually wildly off base. That is where these kitchen monstrosities are spawned from. Some play this game when drunk, others play when all the food in the house is odds and ends, but one thing is for certain, either a beautiful meal of the gods is created, or the agony of defeat and acid reflux fill the remainder of the evening.
It had been a long night. Just returned from my girlfriend’s place after God knows how many (too many, that’s for sure) Kate Hudson movies. I’m a man, and the little bit of soup she had made to fight off the winter’s chill was, well, less than adequate. Flinging open the refrigerator and standing in its glow, I rifled through what was left from this week’s trip to the grocery store. Hotdog? That might do. Chili dog? That would be better.
There is no time to make chili, my stomach will have collapsed on itself by then. I reach for the canned stuff only to have my hopes dashed by the realization that my cabinet was completely can-less. A hotdog alone cannot cure my appetite. A couple of them? Closer, but still not enough. Another quick scan of the refrigerator and my brain began to work. Cheese…cheese. Grilled cheese sandwich and a hotdog? Sounds good. But why keep them separated? I had made up my mind, the grilled cheese dog was about to be born. Continue reading