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Convienience Store Hot Dogs Right at Home

Admit it. You have a guilty pleasure or two you just can’t resist that you don’t tell your buddies about. One time, I was driving down HWY 580 near Berkeley California (if can all moving slower than five miles per hour driving) and pulled up next to Spider, a tattooed, Marlboro smoking biker buddy of mine. I couldn’t believe what I saw. He was sitting there in his Ford F250 singing his head off to the Pretty in Pink soundtrack. It was the oddest thing to witness; the bastard was even pulling the really bad false setto in the chorus. When I honked to get his attention, he jumped like I caught him with his hand in the cookie jar. He just wanted to die–he was caught singing to the Smiths and couldn’t deny it. To this day, I give Spider a good ribbing for that day, but there are defiantly things Spider could get even with, but I am not going to talk about those today. Today, I am talking about hot dogs.

I love convenience store hot dogs, especially the wrinkly ones. I love the over-cooked taste of a dog sitting on the roller of the hot dog machine after a solid two to three hours. I used to run down to the 7-Eleven every chance I got to catch the 3:00 am discount dogs, smother them in ketchup and mustard and take them down in two bites. I know, it sounds gross, but it is a guilty pleasure of mine I can’t resist, even knowing all the possible biological hazards it poses. But, now I have a solution, the Home Pride Ballpark Hot Dog Rotisserie Griller from Gadget Universe. Just like the ball park or corner convenience store, it cooks your hot dogs on rotating heated rollers. So, you can have that ball park taste and never leave your home.

Clean up is a snap, too. The rollers are coated with a non-stick surface and the drip tray catches all the juice that runs off your dog. Unlike a lot of kitchen appliances, the Home Pride Ballpark Hot Dog Rotisserie Griller can be pulled out and put away in a snap. So, now I can stay at home and get my wrinkled hotdog fetish without the risk of getting caught by my buddies at the gym. But, Home Pride Ballpark Hot Dog Rotisserie Griller from Gadget Universe is too cool to hide and keep to your-self. It’s a great thing for parties, especially kids.

Not too long ago, I decided to bring it out for my daughter’s birthday party and the kids loved it. They were able to pop on their own hotdogs and cook them just the way they like them just by turning the timer dial on the front of the Home Pride Hot Dog Griller. The girls insisted on gathering around it to watch the dogs cook. This thing has a bun warmer, too, so you can set yourself up for hot dog success in no time. The Home Pride Ballpark Hot Dog Rotisserie Griller was a huge hit at the party and I especially enjoyed the not manning the barbeque all afternoon. And I was finally about to be open about my little guilty pleasure. Come to think of it, the Home Pride Hot Dog Griller probably saved me thousands in therapy and antibiotics. It didn’t save Spider from future ribbings from me, but, my hot dog thing is nothing compared to the Pretty in Pink fetish.

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  1. I didn’t even know anyone could purchase those. I ought to get me one. I love hotdogs.

  2. [...] ready about the Hot Dog Griller on the Gadget Panel before. Yes… a griller just for hot dogs, and it makes what would [...]

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