It's Labor Day weekend. Labor Day means barbecues. And barbecues means hot dogs. As a child of the '80s my hot dog of choice was Ballpark Franks.
They *plump* when you cook them.
I didn't quite understand the kinkiness of that slogan, but the phallic commercial made me feel... strange... and excited.
Stick this in your bun!
But my favorite childhood hot dog wasn't a hot dog. It was the Oscar Mayer CHEESE dog. Sure it didn't plump (giggle), but it had a creamy, cheesy center. A scientific food marvel that blew my mind. How can you resist this?
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