Why corndogs are awesome

"Mom, I'm hungry. What's for dinner?"

"Hot dogs, sweety."

"No, that's too plain...I need something...awesomer."

That's how I envision the invention of the corndog being inspired. I don't know how he (or her, but ladies, let's face it: a guy totally must have invented corndogs) came up with wrapping a slab of mystery meat in cornbread. I'm not sure how those two things even ended up on the same plate. But somehow, this beautiful hybrid of two delicious tastes was formed.

There's something else, too. When I make me a hotdog, I like to slap that thing in a bun and generously apply ketchup. Nothing else; no mustard, no relish, none of that. Me likes me the ketchup. But when I get my corndog on, I gotta have mustard. It's one of the many mysteries that makes me me, I suppose. *Sigh.

So raise those sticks of bread and meat and give a toast - to corndogs and that beautiful man who made them happen. Me, I'm going to go have a corndog right now...Oh yeah.