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A Hotdog To Remember

 

Perro Caliente Venezolano

Con todo,” rolled off my tongue automatically whenever I approached those beloved metallic carts parked precariously on congested street corners in my hometown of Caracas.

It didn’t matter that it was steaming hot outside, that a distressing amount of flies were on a holding pattern awaiting tasty scraps or that I was standing in a puddle of questionable grey water at the time. All senses were zeroed in on the incomparable meal I was about to have.

The man in the white cap would give me a slight nod, an acknowledgment that I had requested my order “with everything,” and begin creating the best hot dog known to mankind in seven seconds flat.

He’d pluck the link out of murky waters and plop it onto a steamed bun, and then, the expert assembling began.

Diced onion. More diced onion.

Shredded cabbage.

Mayonnaise.

Mustard.

Ketchup.

Pink sauce.

Spicy Sauce.

A hefty grating of fresh white cheese.

And a huge mountain of shoestring potato chips to top it all off.

If he was a jovial guy, and they all were, he’d drizzle some more pink sauce on top. Because in Venezuela, you can never have too much salsa rosada.

The expertise used sprinkling, drizzling, squeezing, grating, and piling all items with such bravado and fanfare could have easily served as inspiration for Tom Cruise’s character, Brian Flanagan, in Cocktail. Not only were you being given the best hot dog in the world, but you were being given the best hot dog in the world with a show.

It was heaven in a bun.  The type of experience you just had to close your eyes for, because your other senses would simply be short-circuited if they dared function at the same time.

I’d block out the horns and the people and, yes, even the flies, and I’d take a big bite filled with crunch and soft and heat and smoky meat and it was the most delightful, delicious six seconds of my life. And then I’d do it again and again and again until I’d be left with crumbs on my lips, a dirty napkin and a small mound of fallen potato sticks on the ground.

 

Venezuelan-style Hotdog

I’ll give you the recipe, but, unless you’re on a street corner in Sabana Grande or Las Mercedes, hearing the crazy car horns and the shouts of “epa mi pana!” or “como esta la vaina?” it’s really not the same.

Ingredients

  • 1 hot dog, 1 bun
  • load with:
  • diced white onion
  • shredded cabbage
  • spicy sauce (use your favorite kind)
  • mustard
  • mayonnaise
  • ketchup
  • Salsa Rosada (Pink Sauce: a mixture of mayo, ketchup and a dab of spicy sauce)
  • Queso blanco, rayado (in Gringospeak this translates to any of those hard, white Latin cheeses they sell in most supermarkets. Take a chunk and grate it, plop that on top.)
  • Shoe string potato chips
  • Mas Salsa Rosada (You got it! More pink sauce!)

Instructions

  1. Assemble.
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