Tuesday 24 January
Barbara had a yen for New York style hot dogs, i.e with a mess o' sauerkraut, so we went to Eckerlin's at Findlay Market and got the closest Cincinnati equivalent (mild Metts and their fresh kraut). To go with it, Holt whomped up a German potato salad (with bacon, but still without dill pickle) this morning, so it had a day to sit in the cat-protection device (i.e. the microwave) and soak up the flavors.
When we got home, all we had to do was get out the bowl of potato salad, stick a spoon in it, brown the dogs in a skillet, heap the kraut over them, cover and steam until hot, and serve with horseradish mustard.
It was good, but the giant mound of kraut seems to have upset Holt's delicate stomach. He'll be more sparing from now on - and Barbara is guaranteed to eat whatever he leaves over.
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