Regarding the recent “hot dog” columns, it became evident that some of my friends are culinary snobs. They consider campfire-cooked hot dogs disgusting.
When I was about five or six, I had my first lesson on Mama’s sewing machine.
This week at the White House, President Trump held the second annual ‘Made in America’ showcase.
I guess I was presumptuous to boast modestly about my hot dog and marshmallow cooking skills in last week’s column. Roasting a hot dog, toasting a marshmallow—well, it’s not rocket science.
During the mid-30s, small farm dwellers were basically on their own to know how and when to do something.