Ever since I was a kid, I have liked hot dogs with peanut butter on them. Not ketchup. Can’t stand the stuff. No mustard, no relish, none of those awful things. Just peanut butter. I always thought this was a family tradition sort of thing from my Mom’s side of the family, but she told Brandy recently that she has no idea where I got it from. In any case, as far as I am concerned, it is the only way to eat hot dogs. Oh, and it should be crunchy peanut butter too.

Today Amy made us hot dogs for lunch. We didn’t have any hot dog buns in the house though, so for me she just made a big pile of peanut butter on a plate and stuck the hot dogs on top. You then sort of dip the hot dog in the peanut butter between each bite. A little bit different than the experience with a bun, but it was still good.

Is there anybody else out there that eats hot dogs with peanut butter???

A quick google search shows I am not alone:

Peanut butter hot dog craze sweeping Du Bois
(Cindi Lash, Pittsburgh Post Gazette)

Russell Emel sure does like peanut butter.

Forget dip for potato chips or ketchup for french fries. Russell demands a dollop of peanut butter on most everything, down to the ice cream for dessert.

But when it came to indulging the first-grader’s cravings for hot dogs garnished with a gob of Skippy, Russell’s mother balked.

“It’s not my thing,” said Cyndee Emel, 41, with a grimace. “It kind of made me sick to smear it on the hot dogs for him.”

Russell persisted. His mother turned to the Internet, posting half-jesting pleas that would spark a community-wide inside joke in this Clearfield County city of 8,000: Could local meat market operator J. LeRoy Palumbo Jr. appease Russell by creating a peanut butter hot dog?

Mr. Palumbo, whose culinary experiments in the landmark market his grandfather, Dominic, founded in 1927 have resulted in such treats as jalapeno-cheese hot dogs and wild boar jerky, took up the challenge. He and production manager Tom Weaver produced a 25-pound experimental batch, even though they feared it would be awful.

As an unmistakable nutty smell wafted from the smokehouse under Palumbo’s Meats of Du Bois, Mr. Palumbo fired off a response to the Web site, announcing, “Come get ’em.” That batch sold out in hours. So did the next.

Although that is peanut butter *in* the hot dogs, I still may have to get myself some of those to try them out…