Fried Hotdogs Without Trying

I recently discovered how to make fried hotdogs for my Grandson’s lunch without trying.  Don’t click away, you may find my method quite interesting, or at least worth making note of.

First, ingredient in this equation is an eleven-year-old Grandson who needs a quick lunch. It has to be quick and portable, because he’s engrossed in both a computer and a television program.  Therefore, he can’t be expected to tear himself away for more than 5 – 10 minutes tops, portable because he’s not going to actually physically move to the dining table to eat said lunch.

Next, take a couple of hotdogs, three in this case.  Throw them into the pot (hope you’re paying attention) with some water, turn burner on and go back to what you were doing.  In my particular situation I was multi-tasking: I threw a load of towels in the washer and more importantly, I went back to the room where I was working on two articles as well as a review and had no less than six windows open on my trusty laptop.  Did I mention, in addition to the six windows Facebook was also active, needed to import my blog’s rss feed, for one of the articles I was working on.  

If you were paying attention to the aforementioned information, you would know, I failed to mention turning on the timer to ensure I didn’t get immersed in what I was doing and forget about the hotdogs.  Well, I can assure you I did not bother to turn on the timer; I got immersed in the review I was writing, researched some information on the Internet, and periodically made notes on an article I was writing.

And that’s how I made fried hotdogs without trying.  If you still don’t get it….

By the time I smelled the stench, it was too late and I realized the hotdogs may have been left on longer than should be.  Again, if you were paying attention and clearly I was not, you would realize I only meant to boil the hotdogs, which is why I put them in a pot of water.  Instead, I fried those hotdogs to a crispy black inedible mess.  They became garbage disposal bait – the stainless steel pot that was now coated in black crud I left soaking till I’d be able to put the SOS pad to it and restore it back to its shine.

Where was the eleven-year-old Grandson, you ask?  Right out there still engrossed in both his computer and television programs.   The timer was the first thing I turned on before I even thought about turning on the burner for the replacement hotdogs I had to boil.