So you’re looking at this photo and thinking:
a) Where did you get these?
b) Crazy freakin’ American.
c) That looks gross.
d) What the hell are corn dogs?
The answers are:
a) I made 24 of them, with corn meal I brought from California, hot dogs from Alfa Bita, buttermilk, flour, an egg and some sugar, salt and baking powder. I had no popsicle sticks, so I split a bunch of leftover take-out chopsticks in half.
b) Fair enough, nothing I haven’t heard before.
c) Not everyone thinks so. They disappeared in less than 15 minutes.
d) Corn dogs are a hot dogs on a stick, coated with a corn batter that is fried crispy on the outside and fluffy on the inside. They’re typically served at carnivals, county fairs and tourist spots, and lots of people like them with mustard. Frozen corn dogs can also be found at U.S. grocery stores to make at home (aka, there are none in Greece or perhaps any other country).
Since I opted to go to India and not on my annual trip to the United States to fulfill my “to eat” list, I broke down and made these.
This time of year also makes me nostalgic for the Alameda Country Fair, which is held around the time of my birthday until after Independence Day in America. I’m not a July 4th flag waving patriot; it just reminds me of my dad. Eating really bad food at outrageous prices was one of the only things in life we agreed on — frozen chocolate covered bananas, cheese nachos, ice cold pink lemonade, blue cotton candy, caramel apples and yes, corn dogs. I recovered pretty well as a kid, but I’m pretty sure I’d go into a diabetic coma if I had money to spare and tried the same thing now. Plus, it’s not the same without my dad.
So essentially my Greek life is saving me — albeit temporarily — from the affluent American life in which I’d earned and become accustomed. It’s for my own health!