Chili Cheese Dogs- AKA Obsession.

I have never had a problem with chili cheese dogs. Other than a two year span in high school where I didn’t eat hot dogs at all because I had gotten sick after having them for lunch at the beach.

Anyway. I’ve always liked them. The same way I like PB&J. It’s just something to eat.

I also did not understand in the first 3.5 months of pregnancy how women would say things like, “When I was pregnant with Johnny, I craved ice cream, but when I was pregnant with Suzy, I craved Arby’s roast beef sandwiches.” I mean, I was craving foods quite strongly, and yes, I had a few of those cravings again and again. But mostly, I craved a lot of different stuff.

And then it happened. Jellybean had taste-tested a smorgasbord of foods, and settled on the one food I had been denying myself despite my cravings- chili cheese dogs.

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My doctor had said “no” to hot dogs. Apparently they are loaded with nitrates and nitrites as preservatives, so they were banned from my diet.

Ever since I woke up on vacation one morning, 6 weeks pregnant, and the first thing out of my mouth was, “I could really go for a chili cheese dog” (and Tom’s reply was, “No. It’s 9AM. That’s gross.”)- I had been craving them off and on.

And then, a few months into this pregnancy, I couldn’t stand it anymore. “What if I found hotdogs with no preservatives?” I wondered. I called, talked to my doctor’s nurse, and was given the go ahead…if I could find such a thing.

Tom officially became my hero the day he brought home all the ingredients for chili cheese dogs- including the nitrate/nitrite free dogs. Oh boy.

I have been eating them nonstop ever since. I wake up thinking about them. I eat them for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. The first day he brought them home, I ate three.

THREE.

For ONE meal. And didn’t even feel sick. How was that possible?

And they aren’t these wimpy dogs like you see pictured above. There is cheese under, around, and sometimes on top of the hotdog. Then I smother it with chili that is piping hot, to ensure the cheese is all melted before I take a bite.

It’s perfection.

I just keep wondering why it’s not grossing me out. I mean, it’s kinda yuck to look at. But it’s so good to eat.

Speaking of which…we’re out.

Excuse me. I needed to make a grocery store run.

~Meghan