Australian hotdogs

It has been a busy week, and I was looking for a quick meal for the kids because I wasn't expecting them to like the Greek lentil burgers I was making for those with sophisticated adult palates. So I picked up a package of "American-style" hotdogs at the supermarket. Okay, they looked a little pink, but a hotdog is a hotdog, right?

Apparently not. Pink hotdogs put the boys right off and Sol was so desperate to avoid eating it that he tried to feed his to the family dog. Except that we don't have one.

So, today I found a package of $11 Viennese weiners that don't have a sickly pink tinge to them, and am going to try again next time we need a 'kid-pleaser' meal in a hurry.