Earlier this year, I lusted publicly for a hot dog roller.
I searched high and low to no avail. Even ordered one online only to be told it was out of stock.
Then Father's Day came.
I am now a proud owner.
The first thing to do: take it to work.
There's something decadent about making hot dogs at your desk.
Plugged it in, turned it on, warmed it up and 20 minutes later, it smelled like a ballpark in my corner of the newsroom.
Having the right fixings was important.
So was the bun warming bin on top.
It didn't take long to draw a crowd.