Hot Dog Ka Ba Novels & Stories

He moves quite slowly. Since I have nothing more to say, I rolled my eyes and said the word "Nothing." I simply need him to stop talking so I can live in peace. He should not be in my vicinity. But he continued to explain things clearly. He drew nearer to me. "Look, I'm referring to sausages with or without cheese. Chickendog is the term for some sausages made of chicken." I'm beginning to feel bad for him. I questioned, "Are you scolding me?"

Noushka was chuckling again, knowing how hard it was for me to hold back my thoughts. Mason looked at me, and smiled, a mischievous glint in his eye. “But then, would you put fruit smoothie on a hotdog? Talking of a hotdog, that could be technically a sandwich right?” I bit my lip even harder, staring hard across the bar, looking anywhere but at Mason. I probably looked like something was wrong with me, but I did not care. I could not look at him, or I would say something, I knew I would... How did we go from discussing ketchup and fruit smoothies to hotdogs?! This guy is killing me! A sandwich? No. Just no. A hotdog, was freaking hotdog! Not a sandwich in any sense of the word.

The "miracle" Lilia had been praying for arrived in the form of a giant, inflatable hot dog. Lilia was currently sweating inside the polyester casing of "Frankie the Frankfurter," the mascot for a struggling local diner. She was working three jobs to save her grandmother’s restaurant , and today’s gig involved waving a plastic mustard bottle at cars in a rain-slicked parking lot.

He signals for me to take the first bite. “Ummm… this is good. So simple but yet so…beefy. So juicy.” I can’t believe I’m enjoying American hotdogs. We usually put slices of corned beef and sauerkraut on our hotdogs back home. Andrei smeared our hotdogs with a lot of mayo and a little ketchup, and I’m so surprised by how good it turned out. “Never thought that mayo would go so well with hotdogs,” I mutter in between chewing. “Mayo makes everything taste better,” he says, grinning. His eyes gleam like a child’s.

Sarah's POV After reading the note, I open the fridge and I saw several uncooked foods inside, most of it are dairy products. There are eggs, both white and violet, chocolates, strawberries, and many other foods inside. But of course, I get the one food that I know can ease the hunger I am feeling right. I get the plastic of hotdogs. Since I cannot afford to wait for so much time to cook another fine dish, I just get the hotdogs for it is very easy and fast to cook.

- Yes I am, I arrived a few hours ago and I was looking for somewhere to eat- I say after feeling my stomach give signs of life again. - Let's eat something then, I want to know a little more about the female that helped my puppy- I frown at the peculiar way she speaks- in addition to clarifying some doubts about the city- she ends up seeing my curiosity. I nod wanting to know a little more about this place, is it a bit of a pack? After all, I can identify some smells that remind me of my own species. Not far from where we were, we managed to find a stall that sold a variety of different snacks. My mouth waters just looking at the big hot dog, which consists of bread, two sausages, mayonnais

The first of ‘Chadwick’s Ideal Dates’ is eating street-foods. There are lot of good street-foods such as hot-dog, Cheese Steak, Gyros, Pretzels, Pizza, French Fries, Crepes, Burritos or Hamburger. But Chadwick wasn’t sure which one Adira would enjoy. And so, he bought her in front of the grilled hot-dog stand. “Good day sir! What is your order?” the cheerful lady greeted them.

Why, it’s obvious you like cold cuts very much- He comments, surprised. —Cold cuts in general, no, but I really like hot dogs. Have you ever tried a cold salad? —Mhm? —A cold salad. It's one of my favorite dishes. It's prepared with spaghetti, mayonnaise, pineapple and hot dogs. In Cuba it's common to eat it on birthdays or weddings. If all the ingredients are in the fridge, I could make one. —Give the recipe to Yulia. - He says bluntly.

A single blanket lay spread near the edge, with two steaming thermoses and a paper bag that smelled suspiciously of. “Is that from Street Meat?” I asked. He flashed me a smile from where he was crouched on the blanket, already pouring hot chocolate into a thermos lid. "Best hot dogs in the city. Just don't tell my father I said that. And if you do, just know that I would deny it with my life." I laughed, the sound swallowed by the wind. The view was breathtaking. The entire skyline stretched before us, a sea of lights against the setting sun.

she replied and tucked in the hotdog. She was even more amazed by the size of the hotdog up close because it wasn't just a large size but a super jumbo size hotdog. She hesitated whether to bite or swallow the hotdog whole in her mouth because she thought she would have to open her mouth even wider to fit the hotdog, which was so big.