Here's some Dom wisdom for you...

[keechoo]

Quite true! I'll never forget standing on Grandfather Mountain at the nature preserve, and looking into the mountain lion enclosure. I was disappointed because there was no mountain lion. Then it moved. The damned painter had been sitting maybe 30ft away, dead in front of me, on a broad, flat, open patch of ground, and I hadn't seen it. The cat was so still, and blended into the background so perfectly, that I didn't notice him. Scared the dickens out of me, and makes me thankful that they tend to avoid people.

And have you ever heard one scream in the hills? *shudder* Scary!

[/QUOTE]

Heard one, no? But we did have one prowling around our house one night when we lived in Northern Jersey. Our housecat must have seen it cause he refused to go out fop a good 2 years. As for black bears, they were also common in our area and yard. One snuck up behind hubby when he went to get the mail. Hubby was atthe mailbox and bear across the one lane road watching him. I justhappened to come out on the porch and see it there. I told hubby not to look back but slowly walk to the house while I kept watch for any movements. Luckily, the bear was more interested in watching than pouncing.

 

[midwestyankee]

How, pray tell, does that not overpower the hot dog?

Chili and cole slaw, yum (works beautifully on a burger too). Barring that, sauerkraut, yellow mustard, cheddar cheese, and (real) bacon bits.

The additions you see on a Chicago dog are just that: complements. None of the items that are part of a traditional Chicago hot dog are entree items unto themselves. Yes, there's plenty of flavor to be had here, but the dog is still the entree.

Sauerkraut, cheese, and bacon bits on hot dogs? HERESY!

 

[Homburg]

The additions you see on a Chicago dog are just that: complements. None of the items that are part of a traditional Chicago hot dog are entree items unto themselves. Yes, there's plenty of flavor to be had here, but the dog is still the entree.

Sauerkraut, cheese, and bacon bits on hot dogs? HERESY!

Peppers, onions, dill pickle, etc are are rather strong flavours, MWY, and the tomato is a rather serious textural weirdness on a hot dog IMO. Call me a Skeptic, especially as the bulk of that salad seems rather improbable.

And don't forget the yellow mustard when extolling the combination I mentioned above. It ties those flavours together.

 

[midwestyankee]

Peppers, onions, dill pickle, etc are are rather strong flavours, MWY, and the tomato is a rather serious textural weirdness on a hot dog IMO. Call me a Skeptic, especially as the bulk of that salad seems rather improbable.

And don't forget the yellow mustard when extolling the combination I mentioned above. It ties those flavours together.

Yes, they're strong flavors but it works - at least as long as the hot dog is a good one with plenty of flavor.

The origin of the Chicago dog is in the Great Depression. The Vienna Beef company started putting this small salad on the hot dogs they sold from carts and billing them as a full meal for men with not a lot of money to spend. The promotion worked and the vast majority of places where you can get a good hot dog all follow this tradition.

 

[Homburg]

Yes, they're strong flavors but it works - at least as long as the hot dog is a good one with plenty of flavor.

The origin of the Chicago dog is in the Great Depression. The Vienna Beef company started putting this small salad on the hot dogs they sold from carts and billing them as a full meal for men with not a lot of money to spend. The promotion worked and the vast majority of places where you can get a good hot dog all follow this tradition.

Perhaps with a really flavourful dog. I know when I do the "Bostons" (the combo that you decry so unfairly), I use deli-fresh franks, as they have the flavour needed to play with the ingredient combo mentioned.

And I can certainly see the history there. Makes sense. Still looks a bit overmuch.

 

[BiBunny]

I like chili by itself, on hot dogs, over rice, and on French fries. You people are forgetting, however, the one artery-clogging food favored by those of us in the rural South that stands all by its lonesome in culinary perfection--gravy fries. So greasy, so trashy, so good.

Oh, and I don't like the mountains. 'Cept, I reckon, here they're more accurately called hills. Either way, if I stand outside and can't see more than a few yards in front of me because of the damned things, it makes me feel vaguely sick. I am too far North as it is. We don't have rolling "hills" like this at home. *Shudder*

 

[Netzach]

This....

is a serious hot dog. Fresh, healthful ingredients that complement the dog and do not seek to overpower it with foods that do well by humankind all on their own.

The dogs I eat are Katz's kosher, or sec ave deli or whatever still exists. Meat cabbage and bread, your three Ashkenaz jewish food groups all there.

 

[Netzach]

I like chili by itself, on hot dogs, over rice, and on French fries. You people are forgetting, however, the one artery-clogging food favored by those of us in the rural South that stands all by its lonesome in culinary perfection--gravy fries. So greasy, so trashy, so good.

This I have never had. And it sound freaking gooood.

 

[BiBunny]

This I have never had. And it sound freaking gooood.

Oh, it's heaven. But only when everything's piping hot. Yummmm. Now I'm craving them. Damn.

 

[midwestyankee]

I like chili by itself, on hot dogs, over rice, and on French fries. You people are forgetting, however, the one artery-clogging food favored by those of us in the rural South that stands all by its lonesome in culinary perfection--gravy fries. So greasy, so trashy, so good.

Do gravy fries come with their own cardiologist? One plate of those and I think that I'd feel compelled to run for an hour or two just to work the fat out of my system before it had time to take root.

 

[OLDERNWISER]

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[BiBunny]

Do gravy fries come with their own cardiologist? One plate of those and I think that I'd feel compelled to run for an hour or two just to work the fat out of my system before it had time to take root.

They don't, but they probably should.

 

[midwestyankee]

we found out the hard way, in Europe, that they(okay in Berlin anyway) serve fries "red and white." I try to stay away from them but the so loves them. He considers mayo to be "poison" so I laughed when he got the fries, red and white, meaning slathered with ketchup and mayo. I mean really, I love mayo and I love fries, but even I could not eat them.

Fries, ketchup, and mayo all have their place in the firmament. But if they're all on the plate at the same time...I wonder why there hasn't been a permanent gash torn in the space-time continuum.

 

[Netzach]

Fries, ketchup, and mayo all have their place in the firmament. But if they're all on the plate at the same time...I wonder why there hasn't been a permanent gash torn in the space-time continuum.

Fries with Russian dressing. (thousand island to you red scare kids)

I'd do it.

 

[Homburg]

I remember getting fries with gravy in western PA where my mom is from. They were called "wet fries". Then, at a restaurant outside LA, I found them again under that name. So odd.

And I definitely remember fries with mayo in germany. You could not get pomme frites without mayo unless you asked. I would hit the local schnell imbasse (think hot dog stand), and get a "rindwurst mit pomme frites" and wave off the mayo. I'd hang out by the stand eating my fries with the killer German mustard they served and the locals would look at me like I was certifiably insane.

I loved that mustard so much that I would've considered eating it on ice cream.

And don't get me started about real black forest ham, bought from a butcher in the black forest area. Oh my goodness, a few slices of that, some locally produced swiss, that mustard I loved, and a fresh brotchen from the bakery around the corner would produce what is still the best sandwich I've ever had.

I consider myself quite fortunate to have a real German restaurant in the area. German food is not famous, for good reason, but after living there for seven years, I found a taste for it. My friend Jack runs the place, and they still make everything the way his mother (a German national that moved here after marrying his serviceman father) made them back home. All fresh ingredients, everything made from scratch. You wait forever to get the food, but it is the best German food I've had, and that includes from restaurants in Germany. His mother would've made a mint had she stayed there, as her cooking was just that good.

Damn, I'm craving schnitzel a la holstein (breaded pork cutlet, topped with a fried egg and a few anchovies) right now, with some kartoffel salat and spatzel. Mmmmm.

 

[Xelebes]

I like chili by itself, on hot dogs, over rice, and on French fries. You people are forgetting, however, the one artery-clogging food favored by those of us in the rural South that stands all by its lonesome in culinary perfection--gravy fries. So greasy, so trashy, so good.

We'll one up you with Western poutine. Gravy, fries, cheese, strips of bacon, onions...

 

[SweetErika]

Fries with Russian dressing. (thousand island to you red scare kids)

I'd do it.

Russian and Thousand Island are two totally different dressings here. Russian is a red, clearer, fruitier, more vinegary affair, whereas TI is a creamy, pinkish-orange dressing, kind of like the "special sauce" on some fast food burgers.

Stag, my guy always carries a gun when he's in the Cascades on anything less than a heavily populated trail. Bears, mountain lions and people like that nutcase who murdered the mother and daughter up north a few years ago make it smart to have good protection. I'm not a gun enthusiast, but I do feel better knowing he has the option in a survival situation.

 

[SweetGigi]

Hommie: Yes, I have heard a wildcat/mountain loin "cry". For those of you who haven't heard one, the full on roar sounds like what you hear on TV... that high pitch puma sound.... but when one is hunting- when it is talking prey- it can often make sounds like a crying infant. Litterally there are accounts of Wildcats slaughtering or attacking people trying to "save a crying baby".

But I'd take that sound any day over the sniffing grunts of a hungry bear. If a hungry black bear is after you, there is no where you can hide. Some people think they can climb a tree to escape, but quickly realize its just a higher place to be killed. While I was on the trail in PA, I passed a thru hiker who told me of a man that was mauled by a bear trying to get at a snickers bar inside his tent. Black bears might be smaller than grizlies, but there are more aggessive and meaner when hungry.

I always had a gun with me on the trail even though having one in a national park is illegal. I also always carried a tomahawk and 8in bouie knife with me. I can sheer the wings off a fly at 100ft with a tomahawk and can easily gut and clean small game with just a few moments. I was raised to live off the land with the rest of my male cousins and know how to take care of myself in the wild. While these things are a part of who I am, they don't define me.... just as my sexuality doesn't define me. I am no more dominant or submissive because of my outdoorsmanship.... its just another piece of the puzzle.

Bunnie: gravy fries? oh god, I think my heart just sputtered thinking about that. Kudos to you for liking them though.

I have another one to shock some: chicken and waffles is a southern tradition. No really, look it up.

Oh and chick-fil-a fried chicken biscuits.... oh lord, a morning just isn't a morning without one.

 

[Homburg]

Hommie: Yes, I have heard a wildcat/mountain loin "cry". For those of you who haven't heard one, the full on roar sounds like what you hear on TV... that high pitch puma sound.... but when one is hunting- when it is talking prey- it can often make sounds like a crying infant. Litterally there are accounts of Wildcats slaughtering or attacking people trying to "save a crying baby".

Might've been a local phenomenon, but the third one was a sound like a woman screaming. Scared the HELL out of me the first time I heard it. Hell, every time I've heard it. That crying baby thing is creepy too. They're scary critters.

Another wild animal sound that I dread is boars grunting and calling in the brush. Bad thing to hear.

 

[BiBunny]

Another wild animal sound that I dread is boars grunting and calling in the brush. Bad thing to hear.

Those scare me more than anything. Big, mean, crazy sonsofbitches. *Shudder*

 

[Homburg]

Those scare me more than anything. Big, mean, crazy sonsofbitches. *Shudder*

Yup, I've faced down some seriously scary dogs, and a mean-assed horse or two (not bright, horse can squished me), but the most frightening animal encounter I've ever been in involved an almost 900lb pig that went feral. Wily, mean, and far more intelligent than people would ever imagine, the old bastard started sneaking around (and how a 900lb anything sneaks, I'll never understand) and killing other pigs, a few calves, a dog or two, etc. After a few weeks of this, and the boar avoiding and escaping a large number of traps, pits, etc (they're smart, and they will happily eat you, remember this), the farmers in the area organised a pighunt.

I was too young to be in it as a shooter, but I was old enough to ride it he back of the truck and look, as well as hand my mom ammo when she needed it. There was a shortage of guns though (yeah, NC mountains, and there weren't enough guns to go around,. Go figure.) so my mom got a .22 cal pellet rifle. She looked at it incredulously and asked what she was supposed to do with an airgun against the monster pig. "Shoot him on the tip of his nose" said my grandfather, dead serious.

Of course the fucking pig found us, and he charged the truck. My mom, former soldier, and a better shot than even my dad (though not as good as my granddad) shot him dead in the nose. The pig dropped his head in the dirt and stopped dead as if he'd hit a brick wall, about eight feet from the truck.

He got up and staggered off while they were calling for people with rifles. He was still dazed when they got him, and everyone had pork for dinner. Fucking pig looked to my young self (I was 5 or 6) to be as big as the truck I was in, and I was convinced that he was going to knock the truck over and eat me.

My mom was my freakin hero that day. She was cooler than Captain America, because she'd stopped the Monster Pig with a BB gun. Nobody even thought of messing with my mom after that incident, as the guy driving the truck pretty much screamed like a girl and about wet himself, while my mom basically said "Oh shit" quietly, and shot the pig without hesitation.

Pork never tasted so good, let me tell you.

 

[BiBunny]

Yup, I've faced down some seriously scary dogs, and a mean-assed horse or two (not bright, horse can squished me), but the most frightening animal encounter I've ever been in involved an almost 900lb pig that went feral. Wily, mean, and far more intelligent than people would ever imagine, the old bastard started sneaking around (and how a 900lb anything sneaks, I'll never understand) and killing other pigs, a few calves, a dog or two, etc. After a few weeks of this, and the boar avoiding and escaping a large number of traps, pits, etc (they're smart, and they will happily eat you, remember this), the farmers in the area organised a pighunt.

I was too young to be in it as a shooter, but I was old enough to ride it he back of the truck and look, as well as hand my mom ammo when she needed it. There was a shortage of guns though (yeah, NC mountains, and there weren't enough guns to go around,. Go figure.) so my mom got a .22 cal pellet rifle. She looked at it incredulously and asked what she was supposed to do with an airgun against the monster pig. "Shoot him on the tip of his nose" said my grandfather, dead serious.

Of course the fucking pig found us, and he charged the truck. My mom, former soldier, and a better shot than even my dad (though not as good as my granddad) shot him dead in the nose. The pig dropped his head in the dirt and stopped dead as if he'd hit a brick wall, about eight feet from the truck.

He got up and staggered off while they were calling for people with rifles. He was still dazed when they got him, and everyone had pork for dinner. Fucking pig looked to my young self (I was 5 or 6) to be as big as the truck I was in, and I was convinced that he was going to knock the truck over and eat me.

My mom was my freakin hero that day. She was cooler than Captain America, because she'd stopped the Monster Pig with a BB gun. Nobody even thought of messing with my mom after that incident, as the guy driving the truck pretty much screamed like a girl and about wet himself, while my mom basically said "Oh shit" quietly, and shot the pig without hesitation.

Pork never tasted so good, let me tell you.

Dayum. Your mom kicks ass.

 

[SweetGigi]

I always suggest a emergency whistle when on any trail. If you happen to get lost, you can easily blow a whistle more effectively than you can yell or scream. Some well made packs even build them into the straps.

I also always suggest when out in the wild to wear bright colours like yelllow, red or orange. If, God forbid, something happens to you, you are easier to spot in bright colours than darkers ones like blue or green.

I also always pack *at least* five things on any hike: a headlamp, rain gear, woolen socks, extra water and iodine and an emergency blanket. I have been teased ruthlessly in the past for "over packing" for day hikes, but the few times I have been caught out in the elements, these things have saved my life.

 

[Homburg]

Dayum. Your mom kicks ass.

Yup, and if she'd been raised in a more accepting and open family, she would probably have been one helluva domme.

(Yes, it is VERY weird to say that about my mother, but it is true)

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I always suggest a emergency whistle when on any trail. If you happen to get lost, you can easily blow a whistle more effectively than you can yell or scream. Some well made packs even build them into the straps.

I also always suggest when out in the wild to wear bright colours like yelllow, red or orange. If, God forbid, something happens to you, you are easier to spot in bright colours than darkers ones like blue or green.

I also always pack *at least* five things on any hike: a headlamp, rain gear, woolen socks, extra water and iodine and an emergency blanket. I have been teased ruthlessly in the past for "over packing" for day hikes, but the few times I have been caught out in the elements, these things have saved my life.

Quoted For Truth!

 

[SweetGigi]

hehehe! thanks, Hommie.