So I didn't make it to the hobz biz-zejt. It'll have to wait until tomorrow. But I did make it to hot dogs. Splendid ones, and I think I ate too much of them too. And all the while this thought kept popping into my old head, why are they called hot dogs if they do not in any way resemble any kind of dog? I've been doing this ever since I was little, and I've never grown out of it. The little girl who would ask her dad tonnes of these questions still asks them, now safely in her own brain. But this hot dog idea was splendid. Sometimes I'm so tired of French cuisine, a little of Malaysian and perhaps a pizza. Sometimes I just want to let my hair down and dig into something like a hot dog. Maybe it's also an aphrodisiac. So there, that's why it's called hot, first part of the question solved. Because now the night seems younger than ever and there's plenty of time to do what he(?) desires.
