Costco Hot Dogs

Costco has to be one of my favorite stores/businesses around. My good-old American consumerism and natural thriftiness just thrive as I wander the aisles. When I was single, I often committed to enter without a cart, so I could only buy what I could carry. (I had enough self-control to not buy a $300 set of kitchen knives, so it was a pretty good strategy.) Now, married with kids, I’ve got both kiddy seats occupied, unending graham crackers, juice, and a quick hand to break up any fights—how come they don’t have an electric fence between the seats on the cart? Not to mention my cart is fully loaded down with multiple gallons of apple juice, dozens of eggs, cheese by the pounds, and enormous diaper boxes down below which are strategically placed at shin level for anyone who gets too close. Throw on a couple of cases of soda and I’m like a Sherman tank—unstoppable. But I digress…

Back to my original post—those Costco Hot Dogs. I could eat one a day. And I’m not really a hot dog eater. That whole business about Hebrew National answering to a “Higher Authority” thing must be for real. But to be fair, it’s also got to be connected to the Costco business model—how much can we lower the price for our customers? A buck fifty for a hot dog and soda? I’d eat most anything (well, if it tastes good) for $1.50.

But the other day, I had this inkling that $1.50 was a little too good to be true and I should look up the nutritional content on those little guys. To say the least, I’ve had to cut back! My aspirations to live a long and healthy life don’t agree with this (includes bun, ketchup, mustard, onion, and relish):

32 grams of fat and 75% of my daily sodium intake!

Maybe once a month…