Wednesday, September 09, 2009

Rats! Foiled Again...

I will be in San Antonio this weekend for yet another wedding (If you haven't heard, a husband is the must-have accessory for fall). While grilling fresh hot dogs on labor day, a thought occurred to me: San Antonio has mexicans. Then again, so does Chicago, but let's not get technical. Maybe some of those San Antionian mexicans are from Sonora, and maybe they brought their famed bacon-wrapped hot dogs with them!

As many, many of my devoted readers know, I have been on a quest to try this mexican "hot" "dog". Chicago proved a barren desert when it came to dogueros, but maybe--maybe!--San Antonio is full of doguero enthusiasts. Perhaps there are even clubs, where dogueros gather under a full moon, some wrapped in bacon themselves, and grill and feast and dance and heap condiments liberally all night long. Sadly, googling "San Antonio hot dog party" yielded only confusing results.

In fact, searching for "San Antonio mexican hot dogs" was even more disappointing. Look at what came up at one reputable foodie site:

Three out of ten are Chicago hot dog places, and another 4 look like chains! Granted, my little heart fills with pride when I see the Chicago Red Hot migrate across geographical and cultural lines, but come ON, people! You need to step your encased meats up a notch.

However, there is the intriguing 48th National Chicken Cooking Contest, a "gathering of food editors and chicken industry people". Boy, would I ever love to sneak into THAT event, mingle with chicken industry rock stars, maybe even eavesdrop on some fascinating giblet discourse.

One encouraging note is the healthy love of pig I notice coming from the San Antonio food blog community, including this mind blowing observation: "People who order roasted pig are probably not so conscientious of their diet. I mean, goodness gracious, San Antonio is built on corn tortillas and refried beans. I mean, a bean and cheese taco is nothing more than lard inside lard (with cheese on top)."
I mean, wait a second...you mean lard is bad for you?? Dios Mio! Is there an ESC button you can hit on your arteries?!

In conclusion, I'm looking forward to San Antonio, lard inside lard, and weddings.

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