We were at the lake for the weekend and I had planned to grill hot dogs for some Chicago-style Saturday afternoon lunch. I had all the ingredients out and prepared to go. I fired the grill up and went to get the dogs. No dogs. After getting a good-natured spousal breakdown of the attributes of a good grocery shopper, I started searching for an alternative ingredient. I was being assisted in my search by my grandson...a 7 year old who was professing his starvation symptoms and major disappointment in dog availability. We stumbled on some ground beef. Here is the result. It is now requested by my grandson any time we bring up hot dogs for lunch.