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The American Dream stands for liberty, equality of opportunity and a prosperous life born of honest hard work. But where can we find a more tangible form of this ultimate American ideal? Something simpler. Something tastier. Something we can sink our teeth into.
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With its foundations in the American Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, and coined by eminent author and historian James Truslow Adams, the American Dream is a high-minded ethos indeed.
But what is the reality – the result of the American Dream? Is it really that propitious white picket fence? Or can we find this ideology on every street corner in every city in the country?
If so, what does it look like?
Perhaps the American Dream is as simple as a scarlet-skinned sausage tucked into a soft white bun smothered in bright yellow and red sauce.
Liberty in edible form.
These days, hotdogs are ubiquitous – not only in America but all over the world, with many countries and cultures putting their take on this sausage snack. More about that later.
But in the USA, the hotdog moved west leaving a breadcrumb trail as it went. Here's a look at the East Coast, Midwest and West Coast forms of this all-American icon.
New York City – where it all began
in the summer of 1867, shortly after the American Civil War, German migrant Charles L Feltman opened his sausage stall on Coney Island and sold his ‘Coney Island red hots' to the masses enjoying the sea breeze off the coast of Manhattan.
Kyle is famous (itch) mac os. These were the first ‘hot dogs' to grace America's palate, and at its height, Feltman's could dish up around 40,000 red hots a day!
The following years turned into something of a sausage war when an ex-employee – Nathan Handwerker – started ‘Nathan's' in direct competition, which eventually put Feltman's out of business.
However, thanks to a recent resurrection of the Feltman's original recipe, both brands are now back in business on Coney Island… and in supermarkets everywhere.
Courtesy of Feltman's of Coney Island Facebook page
You can read the full fascinating story of Feltman's here from a BBC story that's part of their Cultural Roots series.
Midwest style with the Chicago ‘dog
The Chicago-style hotdog is quite different to any other you'll find in the States. Of course, there's a thick-cut beef frankfurter sausage in a bun, but the bun is usually topped with poppy seeds.
Along with the sausage, you should have white onion, yellow mustard, a disturbingly bright green sweet relish, sliced tomato, tangy ‘sport pepper' and a long wedge slice of pickle. It's quite confronting, but there's no doubt how tasty it is.
We found this excellent graphic at the top of the Willis Tower, Chicago
Portillo's – a Chicagoland institution – has been serving sausage like this for over 80 years.
In 1939, while Feltman's and Nathan's were in the midst of their ‘battle of the bangers', ex-Marine Dick Portillo started a hotdog truck he called ‘The Dog House' in Villa Park, IL.
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Portillo moved his hotdog business back to his hometown Chicago in 1963. Now there are around 60 restaurants in the States, and they sell a huge range of food, not just hotdogs.
Only in LA – Pink's celebrity hotdog
Around the same time that Dick Portillo opened his Dog House in Illinois, Mr Paul Pink was lifting the lid for the first time on his hotdog waggon in LA.
Over eight decades later, the wagon's gone, but the shop Pink replaced it with in 1946 is still there. Selling over-size sausages smothered in the Pink's proprietary spicy mince, everyone comes to Pink's in Hollywood for a taste of their famous chili dogs.
They also have a huge range of hotdogs and chili dogs at Pink's – a range that's ever-growing. New additions take the name of the celebrity who ordered them. The likes of the Rosie O'Donnell Long Island Dog 9' and the Ozzy Spicy Dog are in respective honour of the comedian and the singer.
Others are eponymous to various famed chefs and actors like Carl Reiner, Patt Morrison and Marlon Brando.
But in true LA style, these ‘dogs are huge and completely over the top. They're also a must-eat while you're in SoCal.
Hotdogs elsewhere – and the Australian ‘Democracy Sausage'
Hotdogs have captured not only the American imagination but that of the whole world. Pretty much every US state has its own variation, and many countries have their own take on the humble ‘dog too.
What about Australia?
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In Australia, we don't have the hotdog. I mean, we can buy them here, but they're not a cultural watermark for us.
Instead, we have the sausage sizzle.
This strange societal symbol might not have the historic lineage of Feltman's or Portillo's or Pink's, but my goodness it's an icon of Australia's own version of the American Dream: Mateship. Knight adventure (itch) mac os.
At its simple best, a sausage sizzle is a well-cooked née burnt snag on a bed of similarly grilled onions balanced on a single sheet of soft white sandwich bread. Sauces are applied deftly and discretely by the end-user.
But a sausage sizzle is all about the snag and onions. The bread is merely a vehicle, or as comedian Ivan Aristeguieta puts it:
'The bread is just a serviette you can eat.'
For a full very amusing dissection of this true national entity, check out this ABC podcast on the ‘unauthorised history of the sausage sizzle'.
From backyards to Bunnings to the entrance to polling stations (yes, Prime Ministers are elected on the basis on how they eat theirs), the Democracy Sausage is very much part of our Aussie culture.
Cold hands. Cold hands. That phrase triggered all this. It was on TV. I know I heard it there. But I have no idea what was on the TV. I'm typing this right now and I can't remember what I was watching just a minute ago. Oh God, what is wrong with me?
Once my father found another job, my grandparents were the baby-sitters. Apparently, they loved it. And it seems like my grandfather loved it a bit too much.
I would take a nap in my grandfather's bed. I chose that bed day after day after day, even though I knew what would happen. Why was I so stupid?
I wasn't sleeping. He came in the room. The door opened ever so quietly. And he closed it without making a sound. The only thing I could hear was the lock clicking into place. I was pressed up against the wall. I felt safer that way. I was laying on my stomach. I had my mouse with me. He was in my left arm because my right arm was up against the wall. He took my mouse out of my arm. I loved that mouse. So why did he take it away from me?
His hands were so cold. They were under my shirt, on my back. I can feel his hands going all over my torso. He must have been outside shoveling snow. It was cold in the room. I'm so cold right now.
I stayed limp. He thinks I am asleep. I don't know what would have happened if he knew that I was awake. His hands were so cold. And they are all over me. God, I can feel them on my skin. I'm shivering right now. Why won't this stop?
He flipped me over so I now I'm laying on my back. My eyes are closed because I don't want him to know that I was awake. He pulled down my pants. He's touching me. It's so gentle. It doesn't hurt like it does when daddy does it. Why are his hands so cold? I'm cold. He keeps on touching me. Touching me on the inside and on the outside. But it doesn't hurt. It just feels funny.
And my tummy feels funny too. I feel sort of sick. I just want my mouse back. He can do anything he wants to me. But why did he have to take my mouse? I hope he gives it back to me.
I'm so cold now. All the cold from his hands went inside of me. I'm shivering. I think he knows I'm awake. I can feel this scratching inside of me. Now it hurts really bad. It hurts just like when daddy does it. Why did he have to hurt me? I must have done something really wrong. I must have been really bad. But I can't remember what I did. Please make it stop.
Not again…
What the hell is wrong with me all of a sudden. This time I found myself downstairs in the basement logged into my account on my brother's computer typing away crazily. I was watching TV before that, sitting on the futon/couch in my room. And I have no idea what I was watching. And to top it off, the TV was tuned to a non-existent station when I turned it back on, so I can't even look at the TV Guide and figure out what I was watching. Well actually I did look at the TV Guide and nothing is jumping out at me. There were a number of show I could have been watching at the time. Skyhook (itch) (dotrandom) mac os.
Am I completely losing my mind? Am I seriously going stark raving mad?
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All I can think about right now is killing myself. I know my therapist told me to call if things got really rough, but I can't. I just can't even say these things out loud right now. But I need to get them outside of myself which is why I'm posting this. So fuck…
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I'm tired. So fucking tired. I want to cry, but the tears won't come. I feel so sick, but I can't throw up. I feel like I'm going to crawl right out of my skin, and I just can't calm down. I've got an entire bottle of Ativan from when I was taking meds before. So why not just down the whole bloody thing? What is the point in living?