“Nobody, I mean nobody, puts ketchup on a hot dog.”
- Clint Eastwood/Dirty Harry
I like songs, and I like food, and I like songs about food. Maybe it was from early exposure to food commercials as a kid. Many were catchy and memorable, so much so, that the tunes and lyrics remain with me still. I could sing them to you verbatim right now, as easy as reciting my social security number:
My bologna has a first name, it's O-S-C-A-R/My bologna has a second name it's M-A-Y-E-R
Oh, I love to eat it every day/And if you ask me why I'll say
'Cause Oscar Mayer has a way with B-O-L-O-G-N-A
We had two iconic hot dog songs:
Oh, I wish I were an Oscar Mayer wiener
That is what I'd truly like to be-ee-ee
'Cause if I were an Oscar Mayer wiener
Everyone would be in love with me
Hot dogs, Armour Hot Dogs, what kind of kids eat Armour Hot Dogs?
Fat kids, skinny kids, kids who climb on rocks, tough kids, sissy kids,
even kids with chicken pox love hotdogs, Armour Hot dogs. The dogs kids love to bite.
We were not a finicky or fragile bunch. We ate what they put in front of us, which apparently was a large amount of processed meat.
There were other food jingles too:
Rice-a Roni, the San Fransisco treat!
From the valley of the Ho-Ho-Ho, Green Giant
I'd like to teach the world to sing, in perfect harmony
I could go on. Anyway, maybe that's where it started. We've done ice cream here before, so on to other fare: