You want to do WHAT with that corndog?

On Saturday evening, my gentleman friend and I found a recipe for mini corndogs. We decided my two twenty-something male housemates would enjoy the meal as much as his kids would, so everyone was invited to take part.

This might have been a mistake.

Turning three grown men and one romance author loose in a kitchen full of corndogs is a recipe for terrible innuendo. Luckily, the kids were in a different part of the house when the following utterances had me doubled over in laughter: 

On failing to purchase the mini hot dogs suggested in the recipe:

It’s fine, the big ones will be juicier anyway.

On deciding whether to cut the hot dogs in half or in thirds:

Do you think this is too big to fit?

On testing the batter for consistency:

I don’t think that’s thick enough.

On determining the best way to position the corndog skewers:

Should I stick it in sideways, or straight in?

On checking the deep fryer’s temperature:

It’s hot enough, you can put it in now.

On lamenting the oil level in the deep fryer:

I wish I had just one more inch.

On finding the first corndog still cold in the middle:

You pulled it out too soon.

On waiting for the corndogs to cool:

Don’t put that in your mouth yet!

Admit it – you're never going to look at corndogs the same way again, are you?