Last weekend I was invited to an "Edible Atrocities" potluck birthday party where each guest was asked to bring a dish inspired by the kooky culinary traditions of 20th-Century American cookery. Instead of referencing my shelf of vintage cookbooks, I decided to explore that well-known black hole of bizarre ideas, my own brain. The very last thing in the world that I like to do is waste food; I knew I had to make something that was both bizarre and, hopefully, crowd-pleasing. What's more crowd-pleasing than corn dogs?
|What's more edible than that all-American pantry staple, Jiffy Cornbread Mix?|
"Quality and Value since 1930!"
|And what's more atrocious than CHEESY WEENIES?!?!!|
"Nutrition facts:" none.
After considering the options for a corn dog casserole, it was clear that a 9x13" pan was not going to cut the mustard. It is oft said that we eat with our eyes first; shape is always important and a circle is always appealing - think donut, burger, cookies, pizza, all the best foods.
|It was at this moment that I considered the possibility that I might have |
overfilled the pan. Instead of panicking, I just gave myself a pat on the
back for putting everything on a lined cookie sheet!
|After a bit of clean-up and cooling time, this corn dog creation was nearly award ready. |
Next stop, the "Wiener's Circle!!!"
Of course, a simple ring was a little too tame for the type of party people that this savory corn cake was going to feed. The "edible" box had been ticked, it was time to tackle "atrocious." The corn-dog casserole needed a puppy personality and the obvious direction was dachshund, a wiener-dog wiener dog!!!
|Using golden potatoes and black olives, I made a simple dog face that|
ended up reminding me more than a little bit of Gromit.
|Atop a bed of curly parsley, chasing its roasted-potato tail on potato-wedge feet around |
a bowl of honey-mustard glaze, this Golden Wiener Ring pup was prepped to party!
While the Golden Cheesy Weenie Ring is not necessarily what I would hold up as a "Kitsch-en Kounter" best, I feel fortunate that failure really wasn't an option when "atrocity" was the desired outcome. The only real failure was that, at the last minute, with the Golden Wiener Dog on the leash and ready to go, some silly circumstances precluded my attendance at the party. Talk about wasting food - I wasn't about to eat this junk!!! Hahaha!!!
Well, who wants leftovers? Do you like corn dogs? Have you ever experimented with crazy mid-century recipes? Have you been brave enough to eat the results?