Hello, One day I was at our Westside of Long Beach home, by myself, doing car stuff in the backyard garage. It was approaching lunch time and I was getting hungry. I was craving for a charbroiled hot dog at our nearby charbroil burger place. It was the latest technique in the industry and the place was usually crowded at lunch. It was a bicycle ride away, but I did not want to fight the lunch crowd with my order. I had made plenty of charbroiled hot dogs and burgers on our small outdoor grill with barbeque briquettes. But, firing the Charcoal Briquettes Grill was going to take time to get the little hot charcoal ready. So, I took my hot dog packs out to backyard garage and fired up the gas welding torch. I put the hot dogs on the long grilling sticks and put the torch on them. As I watched in amazement, the skin was getting a perfect hard shell. As I moved them in the fire blasting away from the torch, I could smell the aroma of the barbecue we normally have at dinner, if we had barbeque steaks with a starter of hot dogs. The buns also got ready as the hot dogs were approaching the final dark skinned finish look. The aroma was too much. I had to have one or two, Jnaki As a growing teenager, I actually ate three and had a nice bottle of Coke to wash all down along with a bag of chips. With that in mind, I am amazed that the amount of food did not make me a rolling ball of food as I grew up. Teenage metabolism had to be the answer, along with the active sports. YRMV Note: As far as eating grilled hot dogs, when my wife and I were in our dinky apartment, we had a set of stairs leading to the front door. It was the only place to grill our dinners. So, as I was preparing the barbeque briquettes, it was hot enough to put on some hot dogs for our pre-steak dinner snacks. My wife usually ate two grilled hot dogs and I ate three, one with buns and two without. Just one grilled hot dog on a stick. Ha ! With all of the food we ate during this time of late teens and early 20s, it is lucky we remained relatively thin and active. Surely our metabolism was working overtime… But, it has kept us alive for this long period of living in So Cal !!!
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