A few weeks ago I received a tweet suggesting that I check out Food Truck Friday for the blog.

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See?  When my readers ask me to do things, I consider their recommendations carefully.  Especially when they involve food.

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What is Food Truck Friday, you ask?  (I'm assuming that you're asking because everyone in real life did.)

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On Food Truck Friday, gourmet food trucks line up downtown at the <strong><a href="http://foodconnect.org/phxmarket/" target="_blank">Phoenix Public Market </a></strong>from 11 a.m. - 1 p.m.

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Foodies crawl out of the city's woodwork to scramble downtown (or if you're lucky, you work down there, although <em>I'm </em>the luck one during rush hour -- he he he) for a gourmet street food feast.

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Everyone closes their eyes, taps their heels together, and pretends that they are in New York.

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I asked Britt to join me this past Friday.  I telecommute on Fridays, and since I rarely leave my house on telecommute days, this felt extraordinarily indulgent for me.  Apparently, I need to get out more on telecommute days.

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Britt and I first spotted the Short Leash Hot Dog truck.  I immediately recalled the Historic Home Tour where a very pregnancy-hormoned Corinniecakes went a little overboard over the Short Leash truck.  She spoke of it as if it were a legend that now magically materialized in front of her eyes.

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I didn't get it.  I don't like hot dogs.  Never have.

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When I was a kid, I would ask for my dad to burn my hot dog on the grill.  I wouldn't eat it unless it was black.  Now that I think back on this with an adult mind, I believe that burning the you-know-what out of it made the texture more palatable.  Hot dog sponginess skeeves me out.

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I went on hot dog strike circa 1986.  I haven't ingested one since.

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So when Corinniecakes and Britt salivated at the Short Leash Truck, I wished them well and headed on over to the Nacho Truck.

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That was then, this is now.

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On Food Truck Friday, Britt challenged me to try a wiener for the first time in 25 years.  She reminded me that Short Leash is known for using all-natural, primo ingredients.

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I accepted the challenge in the name of blogging and living curiously.

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But I had reservations.

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We waited in line for 10 minutes (these are high-demand wieners) until I stepped up to the window.

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<em>(paraphrased)</em>

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<strong><span style="color: #003300;">Me: </span></strong> Can you make the corn dog with the chicken or vegetarian hot dogs?  I'm not a fan of traditional hot dogs.

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<strong><span style="color: #993300;">Short Leash Guy:</span></strong> Sure.  But it's not going to be the same.

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<span style="color: #003300;"><strong>Me:</strong></span> That's o.k.

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<span style="color: #993300;"><strong>Short Leash Guy:</strong></span> You really want the regular corn dog.  It has jalapenos and cheese inside of it, and it's really spectacular.

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<span style="color: #003300;"><strong>Me: </strong></span> I haven't eaten a wiener in 25 years.  Me no likey.

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<span style="color: #993300;"><strong>Short Leash Guy: </strong></span> You'll likey these.  I promise.  If you don't like it, bring it back and I'll make you a chicken one.

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He seemed like the ultimate <em>nice guy</em>.  So I trusted him.

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I.  Am.  So.  Glad.  I.  Did.

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It was the best wiener experience of my life.  Yes, it was an EXPERIENCE, I tell you!

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The hot dog was infused with the most delectable jalapeno cheesiness that you can imagine.  The hush puppy-ish coating was divine.

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The accompanying dum-dum lollipops were a whimsical touch that stirred up nostalgic feelings of warm-fuzziness.

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Britt was quite pleased with herself for converting me.  I'm back to loving wieners.  The all-natural, primo ones, that is.

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