My refrigerator shows slim pickins for the next 24 hours since I’ll be going away for a bit. I have the NYC basics of course—eggs, mustard, Ronnybrook Farm European Style Salted Butter, small packets of soy sauce from the year Gimel, various chocolate treats, and lots of club soda, but no substantial protein or veggie. So I was forced to raid the freezer and dive into the emergency appetizer section.
I’ve been a fan of pigs in the blanket since I’ve been a young child. What’s not to like about a hot dog (the world’s most perfect food) snugly wrapped in dough? (It was a rhetorical question, Mom.) Whole Foods makes a fabulous product under their 365 Label called Everything Pastry Wrapped Franks. A healthy dollop of Weber’s Horseradish Mustard on the side and we’re talkin’ dinner. (Is mustard a vegetable? Why does ketchup get all the glory?) These suckers took only 15 minutes to bake up in the oven due to the fabulous powers of convection and I’m a huge fan of Food In Fifteen. (Yes, I used my own kitchen hack and preheated the baking sheet the minute I turned on the oven.) I’m one of those people who waits until she’s beyond starving to start making dinner so I’m impatient and hungry while the oven preheats and sometimes I’m even forced to have a pre-dinner snack while I’m making the meal. I know I’m in good company here.
Now with dinner under my belt, literally and figuratively, I can obsess over the apartment hunter who meandered through my house today. I wasn’t here, of course. It’s sooo tacky to stay while interested buyers look around judging you and your belongings and choices and the contents of your frig. Apparently she loved the closets (so I got that goin’ for me…which is niiiiice) and he’s a swimmer, so she asked already to come back and bring Mark Spitz with her for another loop around the living room. Maybe they will buy it while I’m away?
“No reasonable person puts ketchup on a hotdog. We have mustard here.
This is New York. If you don’t like it, New Jersey is a bus ride away.”
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