Yesterday, Milady and I were shopping for Sunday. Normally, Sunday lunch takes place at our house after church, and we planned to let the grandkids enjoy the pool while I cooked burgers and dogs on the grill. When we got to the hot-dog aisle, Milady picked up a couple of packs of Ball Park Beef franks.
Great Jumping Jehosephat! That's the best hot dog I ever put in my mouth. I'm a big fan of sausage, both smoked and country, andoille, and Italian, along with Polish, German and Cajun. I love boudin, and all forms of sausages, but this Ball Park Beef Frank took my love of sausages to a whole new level. Who knew that so much joy could be had from a simple hot dog?
Enough with the cheap dogs. If Milady says we can afford the good stuff, I'm okay with that. Ball Park Beef Franks have the PawPaw seal of approval.