But crumblier.

So, putting chopped up Hebrew National hot dogs into cornbread batter? Brilliant. Tastes just like a corndog. Adding that corn-dog-bread to a bowl of beans? Next level shit right there. I didn’t try adding French’s yellow mustard to it. But there are leftovers, so who knows what today will bring…

The only downside to corn-dog-bread is that by interspersing delicious bites of hotdog into the matrix of the bread, you thereby destroy most, if not all, of its structural integrity. And let’s face it, cornbread doesn’t really have a lot of that to begin with. Once you accept that you’ll be eating a crumbly pile of corndog, rather than a neatly packaged and highly transportable one, you’ll be fine. Is corn-dog-bread as efficient as the original? No. Is it ideal for the purpose it was designed for? Yes.

This is the only loaf that didn’t disintegrate upon being removed from the pan.

I am going to go ahead and blame the beans and corn-dog-bread, in combination with my new meds, for putting me into a food coma last night. I slept for 10+ hours last night. It was just what I needed.

Today is another cold day on Holliday Island. I plan on spending it in my short pants, reading a book. I need to get caught up on “Outlander” so Jackie the Mick and I can podcast about it again. We planned the sections poorly. I take full responsibility for that. That just means I’ll have to devote a good amount of time today to lying in the hammock. Damn. Such a hard life.

And on that note, I’m off to read. Have a great Friday!

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC