I think we missed out not making Pinkie Pie’s a Twinkie Weiner Sandwich with Spray Cheese. Thanks, Weird Al.
That’s probably how Cheese Sandwich would make his hotdogs, and after Pinkie (presumably) marries him, she’d probably have them that way sometimes too.
@dragon ball fan qooo
The line “they’re just so cheesy” would imply that the cheese is at least a significant factor in why she’s afraid of quesadillas.
Rainbow Dash’s is still the embodiment of failure and defeat though - mind you, I’m talking specifically about the hotdog itself, just the meat. NEVER microwave the bread with the hotdog at the same time…. you may as well throw bread in a boiling pot and drink what’s left.
I still don’t get why the fuck boiling hotdogs is such a popular thing. It sucks compared to literally all other options, even ones that are equally as “difficult” or use up dishes - just fry the things on a frying pan or a toaster oven with the grease drain, it’s far superior and roughly the same effort.
Of course those are only the mediocre options for when you don’t have much time/can’t be bothered - the best result is undeniably either a good grill or roasting on an actual open fire. Anyone who complains about the marks/black sides obviously just has a burned hotdog because some idiot overdid them without realizing. You can get the grill marks to taste great instead of having them taste like coal and burnt ash, trust me.
Also, microwaving isn’t /the best/ thing to do, but it’s honestly not that bad, and anyone who complains is a snob. Fight me. It’s a hotdog, not a steak.
I don’t care that the microwave is considered “the lazy” or weak thing to do - there are things that are completely wasted on it, and there are things that are fine with it. Hotdogs - even good angus ballpark ones or hotlinks - are more or less what the microwave was invented for. Just use some tissue paper to absorb the juices.
nothing I like more about hot dogs than that crackling blistered flesh of a well cooked one. I’m probably gonna get cancer from a hot dog one day, and they taste too damn good to turn them down. it’ll be the divine wrath of the pigs/cows/dogs/armadillos for my crime of cooking them until their very meat cries out for mercy.