Oscar2
Nov 18, 2008, 8:30 AM
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Re: [tashby] My Kingdom for a decent Hot Dog
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Tashby, that was truly quite a find. I didn’t ever think someone’s taste for a good hot dog would make the Mexican Kitchen forum as something special, and I for one totally agree, because I too, love delicious “chilidogs.”
Waaaay back when I was about 12 years old, eager and hungry, my cousin who was a year older than I, would wait until dark to give our boss back the unsold news papers we didn’t sell on city streets. We’d pay our boss for newspapers sold, so we could hurry up and meet the demands of growling stomachs wanting to eat on the way home.
To this day, I clearly still remember how much we looked forward to getting to the corner where we’d catch the trolley but were always allayed at that same corner by the aroma of hotdogs and everything that goes with them. It was as if the air in that whole corner was permeated with an invisible hook which yanked at our rumbling stomachs for the first delicious bite of a steaming, hot delicious chilidog…….Yummmmm
We’d jump up on the stools and with great anticipation always order two chilidogs with onions, relish and mustered and I was in heaven. The growling would subside and sometimes I’d even have a third, depending if my trolley home to the projects had arrived or not. If it did, hotdog and all, we’d jump on and scarf it down while listening to the clanging cadence of iron wheels telling us we’re going home after a full day of school and selling newspapers into the evening amidst the traffic congested streets of the big city.
Its funny how something like that stays with you all your life. These are reflections of the very young, lean years, of a boy growing up, and the son of teenage parents who taught me the value of a dollar through watching them constantly struggle and working to make ends meet.
My very old and dear mother, still alive, bless her heart, looks at me with worn struggled eyes which knowingly looks and tells me something when she says to me, “ I’m so proud of you son, look at how well you’ve done, even though you were born on your poor grandma’s kitchen table.” She edges out a smile through the wrinkles of her life and her beautiful face lights up, she puts the palms of her hands on the cheeks of my face, pulls me toward her and kisses me on the forehead followed by another hug and again says, I’m so proud of you…
Excuse the choke but I digress. Today, like 58 years ago, I still love a good hot chilidog with onions, relish and mustard while in the background I sometimes can still hear the metal wheels clanging me home to the projects of my youth……How times change – or do they really…..
(This post was edited by Oscar2 on Nov 18, 2008, 8:54 AM)
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