Hot Dogs, continued

 "Hot Dog #9" -- oil on canvas 6x6" -- Margie Guyot

 "Hot Dog #10" -- oil on canvas 6x6" -- Margie Guyot

 

These two are teamed up with some canned chili sauce, onions and cheddar cheese.  My favorite way for hot dogs is to pair them with chopped Vidalia onions and yellow mustard, so the chili sauce is a new thing for me.  It smelled good!  It deserved a taste-test!  I ended up making one for myself with the last of the Hebrew National hot dogs (the only brand I'll eat).  

To make the cheese look slightly melted, I stuck this into the microwave and kept checking it every 15 seconds.  One thing I noticed -- that I liked -- was how the grease (and spices) from the chili sauce turned orange, soaking into the edge of the bun.  It's fun, watching for these "minor mysteries" in ordinary things.

More Hot Dogs!

 "Hot Dog #2" -- oil on canvas 6x6" -- Margie Guyot

"Hot Dog #3" -- oil on canvas 6x6" -- Margie Guyot

 "Hot Dog #4" -- oil on canvas 6x6" -- Margie Guyot

 "Hot Dog #5" -- oil on canvas 6x6" -- Margie Guyot

 

 "Hot Dog #6" -- oil on canvas 6x6" -- Margie Guyot

 "Hot Dog #7" -- oil on canvas 6x6" -- Margie Guyot

 

  "Hot Dog #8" -- oil on canvas 6x6" -- Margie Guyot

 

I don't know why I got on the hot dog kick just lately,  but here they are!  After painting so many cupcakes, it was a fun change to do the dogs for a while.  I have a huge package of hot dogs in the fridge.  Very cheap ones I'd bought to toss to the poor possums this winter.  I'd see them scrounging for fallen sunflower seeds under the bird feeder.  Poor things!  So I found a 3 pound pack at Meijer's, super-cheap.  The possums loved them.  Alas -- one day the possums quit coming around.  After the snow melted, I found out why: a coyote got them.  Poor things!

So I'm stuck with all these hot dogs.  I have to use a bit of artistic license on them, however.  In reality, they're skinny and kind of gray-ish looking.  Nasty things!  I try to do at least 2 paintings from each "dressing of the dog".  By the end of the 2nd painting, the mustard is looking toxic!  But -- waste not, want not.  I give some of the bun to Henny Penny, the studio chicken and the rest goes out to the rest of the chickens.  The first time I threw a hot dog into their coop, they sat up on their roosts, eyeing it with utmost suspicion.  Like Mom threw a bomb into their midst.  

 

I'd been told that chickens won't eat onions.  Well, mine do.  I watched them take a bite of chopped onions.  They stopped, chewing, looking around, kind of "licking their lips" and seeming slightly surprised.  But they ate the whole thing.

 

Found a little can of chili hot dog sauce in the store today, so that painting will be on the horizon soon. 

Hot Dog!

"Hot Dog #1" -- oil on canvas 6x6" -- Margie Guyot

A diversion from the sweets for a little while!  Who doesn't like a good ol' dawg?  Up north here in Michigan, we're still enduring remnants of winter: dark, gloomy skies, snow, drizzle, etc.  Yesterday afternoon was so dark, the hot dog looked very gray-looking.  Not at all appetizing.  Well, to start with, the dawg itself wasn't so great.  I was using one of the ultra-cheapies from Meijer's.  They were $1 a pound.  I'd bought them 2 months ago to throw to the semi-tame possums.  They looked SO pitiful out in the snow, snuffling for fallen sunflower seeds.  They really loved hot dogs, though!  In fact, if I saw them out in the yard, I'd yell, "Possum!" and they actually would come running to get their dawg.  Nothing quite so funny as a little possum with a weenie hanging out of its mouth, bounding through the deep snow!

So back to this particular hot dog.  I had to make it look fatter and more reddish.  For lack of a better idea yesterday, I just zig-zagged on a line of yellow mustard.  But I plan on doing more interesting combinations in the future.

When I finished painting, I broke off a piece of the bun and gave it to Henny Penny, my studio chicken. She loved it.  But when I threw the rest of it into the chicken coop, the chickens remained on their roosts, peering down at it with suspicion: what the devil was THIS?  Nobody moved.

Having finished cleaning up my painting mess, I snuck back into the coop area to take a peek.  Oh yes -- the hot dog was long gone!  I wonder if their eggs will taste like hot dogs in a few days?