I'm craving a jumbo corndog from Blake Lieblong's concession stand at Toad Suck Daze and wondering if they'll be selling corndogs at the Faulkner County Fair. I may break all the rules and just go get one from Sonic.
I haven't eaten a corndog since I gave up meat three or four years ago (Jackie Black would remember how long ago it was) but a corndog sure sounds good today. I used to like my hot dogs and corndogs with the tangy zip of Miracle Whip. No mustard. Ever. Not even in potato salad. I'm not much for ketchup either.
I also like Miracle Whip on my black eyed peas. I don't like the Chow Chow on my peas.
Mix a little Miracle Whip and ketchup together for a tangy dip for fish sticks. Nothing says back-to-school time like fish sticks or cafeteria-style pizza squares. Can you still buy those pizza squares from White's gas station on Hogan and Tyler?
Wonder if I could just pull the breading off a corndog, dip it in Miracle Whip and call it lunch? I should've had breakfast. Stay tuned.