Hot Dogs & Sauerkraut
When I was a kid, the best nights were the ones when Mom would toss a package of hot dogs into a pan, warm up a can of sauerkraut, and make it all feel like a mini celebration. There’d be a mountain of condiments on the kitchen table—mustard, ketchup, the “fancy” relish (which mysteriously never appeared any other night), and that unmistakable tang of sauerkraut wafting through the house. Even now, just the smell of grilled hot dogs and that briny kraut can take me right back to those evenings—bare feet on cool linoleum, laughter, and, yes, probably a …