In the world of "great" debates, there exists a raging and on-going battle dating back years and years, to the 1800's in fact; the great debate of ketchup verses mustard. Are you a "ketchup" person or a "mustard" person? Come on, you can tell me Dear Readers; remember, there is never any judging here at Mary's Kitchen. Never, ever, ever...
To clarify, I am referring to whether or not you like ketchup or mustard on a hotdog.
Lets start at the beginning.
Hotdogs date back to the 1400's. There is a battle going on about hotdogs too. Were they "invented" in Frankfurt, Germany (the frankfurter) or were they invented in Wein, Germany (the wienerwrust?) Frankly, my Dear Readers, I don't give a damn! Either way, someone thought to encase goodness knows what in some sort of rubbery substance and consume it. Let the Germans have their hotdog. It was not until some 500 years later, an American, Charles Felton, invented the hotdog bun and served it up with a hot sausage on Coney Island. But, and this is a gigantic BUT, a German from Frankfurt, named, Antoine Feuchtwanger, combined the two into big business at the 1904 Louisiana Purchase Exposition, in St. Louis, Missouri; according to Wikipedia, so it must be true.
Okay, all these hot sausages needed slathering (that's what she said) so enter James Mease and his love apples, as he called tomatoes. (I am NOT making this up Dear Readers!) Mr. Mease, a horticulturist, published the first ketchup recipe in 1812. By 1837, Jonas Yerkes was distributing the stuff nationally. (All this could be hooey since the Chinese probably thought of ketchup long before 1812, but lets go with this okay?) Now, mustard, as a condiment, is ancient. It took two French dudes, Maurice Grey and Antoine Poupon (see the connection, Grey Poupon?) to make it huge and an English gentleman, Jeremiah Colman to perfect the mustard making technique. (Jeremiah was the royal mustard-maker after all.) See what you can learn with a bit of research? Thank you "The Spruce" website. (If I read it on the internet, it must be true...)
Yesterday, I served a lunch special at work of uncured, nitrate and nitrate-free hotdogs. I offered them with buns, chips and GASP, ketchup and mustard. I'd say there was a 50-50 split of who ate their hotdogs with ketchup or mustard. Things were quite peaceful until one of the girls was appalled I offered her ketchup and mustard with her hotdog. 'I'm classy.' She said. 'I only eat hotdogs with mustard.' Things got a little heated from there and a friendly (and funny) debate ensued. We all laughed and teased each other a bit. It was all in good fun. I especially teased her about equating hotdogs with class in any circumstance. She chuckled along with me and we're "good."
I bet you're thinking 'so what?! Who cares?' Right? I hope you're thinking 'I like what I like!' Bully for you Dear Readers! I agree! Unless of course you eat your hotdog with mustard, than I think you're classy but gross!
Avid home cook and passionate instructor