“Noblest of all dogs is the hot-dog; it feeds the hand that bites it.”

Right now it is cloudy and breezy. We’re all on the deck, the dogs and I. Out here is wonderfully pleasant. The breeze is so strong the whirly-gigs are blowing, and the small flags in the planters are fluttering. Nala is taking her morning nap on the deck. I don’t see Henry now. I suspect he went inside to the comfy couch for his nap, but he’ll be back. He is not keen on being alone in the house.

We have the possibility of rain late tonight but long after my ukulele concert in Hyannis.

Last year I didn’t open my deck. I sat out there on occasion but left the umbrella furled and the table and the rest of the furniture covered. This year I decided I needed the deck. I needed the beauty of my private space. I love how it looks with all the pots filled with herbs and flowers and with several candles on the rail and a few hanging from tree limbs. On the wall are pictures and my wooden shark which is surrounded by a hanging fish and some coral. I have more to hang on the walls, but they stay inside until I have company as they won’t tolerate rain and wet.

When I was a kid, I never minded staying around all summer. Mostly we did stay at home vacations as going away was too expensive. We went to museums which whetted my appetite and gave me a love of museums for the whole of my life. Even in Ghana I went to the museum my first free weekend in Accra. My favorite museum was the one at Harvard. I still remember the monkey heads in glass jars filled with formaldehyde and the out-rigger canoe hanging from the ceiling. At the Museum of Fine Arts, I didn’t like the paintings all that much, but I did love the room filled with sarcophagi. They were so enormous. I wondered about the mummies. On other vacation days we went to the beach or to a lake. I remember a lake with a slide into the water and a zip line. I rowed a boat for the first time there. I kept going in a circle.

My mother made the best picnic food. Her peppers and eggs were my favorite sandwiches, always in a roll. My father concocted the bug juice for the red tartan cooler. Orange was my favorite. Oreos were for staving off hunger, always a new bag emptied by the time we left for home.

We had summer cook-outs. My mother was the hunter gatherer, the shopper. My father was the cook. I think that is when I became a hot dog fan. My mother used to cut slits on the tops of the dogs. My father cooked them to perfection with grill marks. I suffused my dogs with yellow mustard and even piccalilli back then. My mother made a potato salad, the only salad we ever ate, even when we were grown.

Yesterday I bought hot dogs and potato salad.

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4 Comments on ““Noblest of all dogs is the hot-dog; it feeds the hand that bites it.””

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Today the high temperature at the DFW airport was 109°. That’s 43°Celsius. The heat wave shows no sign of abating and rain is a totally foreign idea.

    I always loved museums. When I was a kid in NYC, my orthodontist’s office was right across the street from the American Museum of Natural History and the Hayden Planetarium. The Metropolitan Musum of Art was just a short walking distance across Central Park.

    Now that the Pandemic is in remission, I can’t wait to explore the famous art museums in Ft. Worth. The richest families in cowtown, bought collections of fine and western art for their homes and then built museums to share their art collections with the public.

    Here in Texas barbecue is smoked brisket or other smoked meats. Hot dogs and hamburgers are grilled and not barbecued. I won’t quibble over semantics. I’m a NY hot dog maven, brown mustard with Sauerkraut. Please, hold the onions. As for burgers I like mine medium rare with lettuce, tomatoe, and ketchup. It’s so hot today and all month no one wants to cook or eat outside. 🙁

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      We are hotter than usual for July but nowhere near your temperature. Texas and England were highlighted on the news today because of the extreme heat in both areas. In England there are very few air conditioners so their plight is even worse than yours.

      When I travel, I always visit local museums. One that stands out is in Bogota, Columbia. It is a museum with Incan relics. At one point we walked into a darkened vault, and they shut the door behind us. The light came on, and we were wowed. All-around us were cases filed with Incan gold.

      That is exciting that you get to visit museums you haven’t been in before. Down here on the cape, there are sone recent additions to museums I haven’t yet seen. I’m putting them the list.

      I do know about barbecue and about grilling. The difference is, I think, due to regional variations. Around here smoked meats are uncommon. We grill the usual, hot dogs and burgers, as well as pork, ribs, steak tips and sausages. I always like to offer m guests a variety.

      I put mayo on my burger especially if it also has lettuce and tomatoes. Like my burger medium, not rare.

  2. lilydark Says:

    Hi Kat,
    I don’t eat burgers any longer. In the summer while I was growing up there was a snack bar on the island, that had a “a special” sauce that people used on the burgers, and it was so delish.
    I don’t recall barbecues, but my memory is failing me. I haven’t been to a museum in a long time. Our family had a membership to the Modern Art Museum when I was a child. I love to go to the gift shop so I take part of the exhibit with me.
    It doesn’t feel like the pandemic is in such a remission, although it did for a while. I wish they would put the mask mandate on again.
    Cookie is one of the messiest cat, i’ve had. She tracks litter everywhere. When she snuggles on a shelf most of my clothes have hair on them, or maybe a hairball.
    Take Care,
    Lori

    • katry Says:

      Hi Lori,
      I buy really good hamburger which has the best taste. I freeze each singly so I can have one for dinner. I don’t usually have any with sauce.

      I haven’t been to a museum in a long time either. I used to have a membership at the MFA in Boston but didn’t renew. The pandemic had me staying close to home.

      Summers meant barbecues for us. When I was an adult and visited, we had a barbecue on Saturday nights but no burgers or hot dogs. My mother went upscale with chicken, steak and even pork chops.

      I don’t use clay litter because it makes a mess and sticks to the cat’s paws. I use Kitty Poo and another one which dries the poop, no smell and no mess.

      Stay cool!


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