A "hot dog" is an option for lunch at our Sunday flea market. Mohamed runs a meticulous cart and loads every order precisely. Husband goes for the Polish dog, I the turkey dog. I ask for catsup, mustard, mayo, lettuce, tomato, red onion, cilantro, dill pickles and loads of jalapenos. Husband similar but no peppers. Mohamed jokes as we approach, "One spicy turkey dog for Madam, and one no peppers for the Wimp." He then cackles at his joke as he sets to putting them together.
Mine: $3.
Husband's Polish: $4.
There is so much salad to one of these that I have occasionally ordered one "without a dog", which confounds Mohamed. It is a delicious sandwich even without the sausage.
