SONG CHALLENGE WINNER!

This CHALLENGE! was posted by popular demand (it would seem) and/or by thread creep from another thread. (For info, check out this thread).  The CHALLENGE! was to write a song about food -- your favorite food, your least favorite food, the things in your refrigerator, etc. Any food-based topic was fine.


Built For Flavor by Praise (In loving tribute to her man, Hardiman the Fiddler)
(Tune: Built for Comfort)

Some folks do like this,
Some folks do like that.
But the way my man makes hot dogs
Is right where it's at--
Cause they're built for flavor, they ain't built for looks.
If you taste one you'll say, MAN! He really cooks!

First he cooks the dog,
In the regular way.
Then he slices up an onion--
Hey--"Normal!" you say?
But the job it ain't finished, and there's only one way.
If you add peanut butter, YOU can eat these all day.

Ya gotta kill the dog's salt,
And that's a hard thing to do.
In fact it's counter-intuitive baby,
I wouldn't think it would you?
They say it's better than mustard, but now that I don't know.
There's only so far darlin', THIS old girl can go.

See when he brung me that plate
It was dark in the room.
I had smelled it cookin' up and I hoped it'd be soon--
I was dyin' of hunger! And that ain't no lie.
I would eat what he brought, or, curl up an' die.

Now I know it sounds strange--
And I guess it is too!
But the first time that I tasted one, well I didn't reck-anize the goo,
So to me it was normal, just a natural thing.
And you never know, honey, JUST what a man will bring.

So when this girl tells the Mudcat
To make your hot dogs this way,
You should run right out and make you one, 
The very same day.
I know you have the ingredients-- every good home do.
Nex' time I gives y'all a recipe, darlin's, DON'T wanna hear you say, "Eeeew!"

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