In Maine, and perhaps other parts of the country, an outdoor excursion, such as hunting, ice fishing, snowmobiling or a hike, wouldn’t be complete without a hotdog roasted on an open fire. Although not chestnuts, and so there will be no Yuletide carols being sung by a fire nor kids dressed up like Eskimos, a small fire, a crotched stick and a feast to last a lifetime is in the makings.
If only I could find a match!
Milt Inman photo
Ah! Yes! Let there be fire!
Milt Inman photo
As an aside, if you notice carefully in the second photo that there are differently colored “tube steaks” on the fire. One appears brownish and the other two red. For those who are unaware, Maine is one of few, if not the only state, left that permits the sale and consumption of hotdogs cased using red dye – that nasty dye that could kill somebody if they ate it. But let’s not talk about what’s inside the hotdog, Okay?
Tom Remington
