I’m not much of a meat eater. Artichokes, steamed clams and Gardenburgers are more my speed. I will make exceptions though: my husband’s lasagna, my brother’s BBQ, and, now and then, a juicy hot dog. Maybe it was my tenure in Germany—birthplace of the frankfurter—that ignited my affinity for the long dog, carefully smoked and lightly dressed in a toasted bun. Whatever the impetus, I rarely tire of the more...









