Like millions of people in this country, I found myself in the grocery store yesterday looking at chips, avocados, cheese, etc. When almost every basket around you has those items, it's a good bet that it's Super Bowl Sunday. Since my mom was a diehard Bears fan, I decided to join in. I bought my favorite, thick cut tortilla chips and the requisite avocados. I made my own refried beans for my nachos. They were simple, just chips, Monterey Jack cheese, beans, guacamole (Elise has a very good recipe), and sour cream. No meat--I didn't want it to interfere with the taste of the beans which I dearly love.
Then I tried to make a Chicago Style hot dog. "Tried" because the hot dog buns were awful, squishy things, not the Rosen's Poppy seed buns sold in Illinois. And I couldn't find a hot dog made with a natural casing--to give that nice pop when you bite into it. In Illinois, I always had a Vienna hot dog, which is the gold standard, I think. Bob said the hot dog was good, but I was not happy with them.
What is a Chicago style hot dog? It's a dog with tomato slices, a dill pickle spear, pickle relish, chopped red onion, yellow mustard, and little "sport" peppers. No ketchup please. Really, NO KETCHUP. It isn't done.
Am I being too picky? I don't think so. After-all, I knew this meal would throw my psycho GERD into a frenzy and I would suffer because of it. So, that being the case, a fabulous hot dog would almost make it worth the pain.