We always have hotdogs for the annual OBB (Owens Backyard Bash). Some might call them world famous Owens hotdogs because we make them the West Virginia way...with chili and coleslaw.
It is kinda funny to watch people at the OBB "dip" their plates. (That "dip" terminology is totally West-by-God-Virginian, by the way. For all you non- hillbillies that means means fill your plate up with the various items to be served.)
Some people eat the hot dog chili on their plate as an entree, some eat the coleslaw as a side, but the ones in the know always eat West Virginia style hotdogs with chili and slaw...AWWH YEAH!
(Just for one of those weird facts to insert here cause that is how my mind works...at least 120 hot dogs were consumed at the last OBB....and that's alot of hot dogs!!)
Well, even though we make a mean hot dog...I don't do hot dogs!
When the boys were younger and all of them were playing organized baseball, we spent untold hours at the ball field. When I say untold hours....I mean untold hours! Think about it....3 different baseball team schedules plus one husband that was always at the field umpiring (hence the GR8UMP moniker).....
That boils down to quite a few games to practice for, to be played, watched, or umpired. Sometimes we would literally be at the field everynight and all day on Saturdays. My best days were when it rained or when all three (4 including the ump) had a game at the same time. When that happened, we only had to be there for a couple of hours versus all day. The trade off was that I did lots of running between fields to see each kid play and I usually only got to see a few plays per kid. That was ok in the overall scope of things.
Now the only thing available to eat at the ball field was pizza or HOTDOGS!
They didn't have hotdogs with chili and slaw...only ketcup when you were lucky. When you are hungry and have been at the ball field all day...even a plain hotdog looks good.
I shudder to think how many hotdogs our family consumed during our baseball days! I think we singlehandedly kept the snack bar in business! I was thinking the other day that we were at the ballfields from the time Tommy played t-ball at age 6 through Michal playing high school baseball.....with Jeffrey thrown in there too.....that is about 13 years! I think I overdosed on hotdogs!!!
My family still loves hotdogs....maybe it is nostalgia of their fun baseball days (and they really were a lot of fun)....but for me....our baseball days are WHY I HATE HOTDOGS!