There’s a little gas station/convenience store about eight miles from here that has the BEST chili dogs in the world. It’s a mom and pop operation where you can fill up your tank, get your brakes fixed, engine tuned, and state inspection performed, and eat some really good food while you wait.

Papa’s the mechanic, and Momma is the cook. She spends six or seven hours each morning making fresh breakfast sandwiches. She fries outrageously good chicken and jo-jos. And she makes heavenly hot dog chili sauce.

Many have tried to wrest the recipe from her, and the answer is always the same. So BJ decided today that we would go get a chili dog, I would pay attention while eating it, and then I would duplicate the ingredients list when we came home.

It’s not exactly like Mrs. M’s, but it’s close. Of course, it’s impossible to make just a little bit of this stuff, so I’ll be freezing most of it. But in the meantime, we’re dining on some mighty fine dogs tonight!  And I’m taking care to provide some addiction treatment for our chili dog fix.