How To Make A Corn Dog

Corn dogs.

Those disgusting hot dogs dipped in a cornbread like batter and deep fried until it screams for mercy.

I hate them.

My daughter loves them.

Oh, I tried to make them healthy. I made my own homemade batter. Chose all beef, nitrate free hot dogs. Baked them in muffin cups WITH her to ensure her love of something she helped create.

BUT NO. She likes the *real* ones.

So today I bring you a video approximately 5 minutes long that is ...

Me making a corn dog.

It is not riveting. It is not exciting. It is not groundbreaking.

But in explaining to my husband what I was going to post tonight, I couldn't stop laughing.

Enjoy!

https://youtu.be/KxUO5K2py5k

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