My mom has NEVER bought corn dogs for me or my brothers. I had never eaten one until I was about 15 or 16. I didn't like them and I don't like them. Tracy and I made 36 corn dogs last night. They were mini, but there was still 36 of them. It all happened because I was doing my daily blog watch when I happened upon someone who had made homemade corn dogs. I mentioned it casually to Tracy's sons who were in the living room with me, they immediately asked to have them for supper. Now, it may seem to some people that making 36 corn dogs is kinda like slave labour...especially for two ungrateful whelps...but I have to say I quite enjoyed it. I miss cooking for more than two people...I miss cooking for my family. Okay, back to corn dogs. They turned out great, well, as great a hot dog dipped in cornbread batter and fried tastes. I thought they were really cute....especially with a squiggle of heart shaped ketchup:
And of course I had to try one....
..and now that I've done it I won't ever have to eat one again!
3 comments:
eew eew EEW! did you like them?
umm... no?
That's right!
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