Suzi Mitchell: Hey America, what’s up with the Corn Dog?
July 11, 2014
Steamboat Springs — After a wonderful July 4 weekend, the only flag I would want to fly this week is a white one. This sweet toothed Scottish body has surrendered, calling time on all foods associated with American summer celebrations.
There was a time when I thought any piece of meat that showed as much flexibility as a yoga instructor never would enter my mouth. I thought barbecues were overrated, salad was fine without dressing, apple pie was more apple than pie served with a dash of cream and marshmallows were just plain tasteless.
How could someone think these things, you may well be wondering? These one-time beliefs were based on nothing other than a lack of catering imagination mixed with soggy summer weather. When you relocate to a land where the sun shines and grills rule, your mind is opened to new possibilities.
Smother that strangely bendy meat in slow-roasted onions, relish and stuff it in a homemade bun, and it takes on a new presence, hooray for the hot dog. Apple pie doesn't just need ice cream; it needs lots of it, and throw on the caramel sauce while you are at it. As for the little white marshmallow, once it's toasted and sandwiched between cookies and melting chocolate, it becomes sinfully delicious. Salads are not iceberg lettuce with a slice of tomato and a cucumber, they are a smorgasbord of seasonal bounty dressed to impress with endless oily, vinegary, creamy, herby options.
Now here lies a problem: I can't say “no” to any of it. To make matters worse this year, July Fourth is followed by Art in the Park, one of my favorite Steamboat events. Anyone who has been may agree it is as much about the food and ambiance as it is about art. This weekend as my kids and I saunter past the catering stalls, gawping at the questionably large turkey legs and smelling the medley of aromas, there is one American staple I doubt I ever will understand. Sorry, corn dog, I just can't do it.
Born and raised in Scotland, Suzi Mitchell moved to Steamboat in 2002. After earning a bachelor's degree in business, she strapped on a backpack and traveled the world before settling on a career in golf tourism. After marrying an American, home became the Yampa Valley. Time spent in marketing and public relations led to a passion for writing. She now works as a freelance journalist and blogger with articles published on both sides of the Atlantic. When not researching for an impending series of children's books, this energetic mom of three can be found chasing wayward golf balls on the Haymaker Golf Course or fishing the Yampa.