Can a food be a guilty pleasure if you've never eaten it before, and then you try it once and...? Ya know what I mean?
The other day I was talking about some famous chefs' guilty pleasures. It fomented a bunch of confessions in the comments, some of which appealed to me a lot.
Ready for this? A hot dog wrapped in a tortilla.
I heard from TWO readers that this was the bomb, and... I had to try it.
I succumbed to Kate's version: A hot dog rolled in a tortilla with decadent garlic-cream sauce.
She didn't tell me how to make this evil sauce, so I improvised. First of all, I'm avoiding cream. Second of all, I was steeping a mince of green garlic in olive oil on the stove, for a soon-to-come artichoke dip.
So I swiped a little of the garlic-oil, and blended it (with a fork, not a blender) with a little mayo and yogurt. Hefty crack of black pepper, some salt.
Now, look. I would never, in a million years, think of wrapping a hot dog in a tortilla (I assume Kate meant flour tortilla; that's what I used). If I was desperate for a hot dog, but didn't have any buns in the house, I would NOT have thought to use tortillas. Dumb me.
But we had to go there.
Cranky was all, "This will keep the junk you stuff in there from falling out!"
I said, "We owe it to the originator to do the original version."
And we did.
We are still talking about it. Craving it.