Is Your Fly Buttoned?
Yesterday was my 500th post. It kind of slipped by unnoticed, but I didn’t want to let a milestone pass without any kind of acknowledgement. So instead, today we’ll commemorate post 501.
While 500 is evocative of mostly car races (think Daytona and Indy) 501 brings to mind only one thing. And that one thing speaks to authenticity, quality and integrity. Or at least it used to. It’s been a long time since I’ve done any work for Levi’s.
But I’m going to go with that.
Mostly because these are things that I try to focus on in this little corner of the interweb. And they tie in nicely to a response I wanted to give to a great question that was submitted earlier this month regarding hot dogs and eggnog.
Appreciate all the comments about eggnog ingredients. I just find it perplexing that this post comes after one about hot dogs. If there was ever a food stuff full of additives it’s the hot dog. Seems like you want to have your “hot dog” and drink it too, with pristine eggnog. Why is it some chemically-laden food are “kosher” with you and other are bashed. Seems a little inconsistent…just asking.
This point is not lost on me. But there is precious little in this world that is either black or white. We all live in a million shades of gray.
Let’s start with the hot dog. I can understand, given my enthusiasm for our regional specialty, that it appears I have no problems with the current state of hot dogs. But that is not true. The Fussy household eats precious little meat given our concerns with the mass production of beef, pork and chicken. Hot dogs, being fundamentally meat products, are problematic from the start, regardless of what is added to them. This is why Young Master Fussy didn’t get his first taste of a hot dog until he was several years old.
My ideal hot dog would probably look something like this.
However, I cannot completely cloister my family or myself from the world in which we live. And dammit, some of the industrialized foodstuffs are mighty tasty. But we can still choose to eat them sparingly, and to make sure when we do indulge that our indulgences are truly special.
Partaking in a rare, regional variant of hot dog, which has been a part of this community for generations, totally counts.
That said, I have absolutely no expectations for hot dogs to be made of quality ingredients or to be unadulterated. If perchance a storied local hot dog restaurant uses a higher grade of product, all the better. But hot dogs are junk food. Period. This is why they are an occasional treat.
Perhaps this also explains in part my desire to find the tastiest hot dog in the area.
I get the most worked up when I discover that foods I expect to be wholesome have been corrupted and somehow changed over time. Eggnog is one of these, especially since I went to a few different stores and couldn’t find a single carton that wasn’t sweetened with high fructose corn syrup. In this case when you are paying a premium price for a seasonal treat, I expect to see premium ingredients. While the HFCS people may argue it’s exactly the same as sugar, its lower cost disqualifies it as a premium ingredient.
This same outrage swelled the first time I noticed a list of ingredients on a carton of cream. And I was livid the first time I looked at yogurt labels to find this health food has somehow transformed into candy. And don’t even get me started on Ben & Jerry’s. Have you looked at the ingredients statement on their cartons recently? I can’t even imagine how the brand’s founders feel about what has happened to their creation.
Maybe they are laughing all the way to the bank.
Fundamentally it all comes down to expectations. Sure, I wish Coke was made with sugar all year long. I’d probably drink more of it. But I’m not going to go off the rails because they changed their formulation to include high fructose corn syrup. It’s junk food.
But when I find that questionable ground beef is made even more questionable with the addition of pink slime, I’m getting angry.
Hopefully this clears things up, because while I’ve written a lot of posts on food, I like to believe that there is a consistent thread that runs through them all. Amazingly I’ve still got more to say. So come back tomorrow, and the next day, and the next. And if you want to experience the Profussor live, come out with me on the Tour de Hot Dog this Saturday.
You can be there when I eat my words.