I love hot dogs, especially beef dogs with crispy skin. I can't explain it. Well, I guess I can partially explain it: my mother used to cook frankfurters with everything: on buns, with eggs, in casseroles (well, she would have if she knew what a casserole was). Now, every time I find decent kosher Hot Dogs (not as easy as it sounds), I pounce. They're best cooked over low heat on the barbecue.
I had two glasses of wine at dinner last night. That's one glass more than I usually do. I woke up with a slight hang over. I'm glad hang overs rarely last past noon.