I don't think I've had a corn dog since the time I went with my fambly to Frontier Village, a Western-themed amusement park that had its heydey ages ago. We discovered these deep-fried wonders somewhere between Indian Jim's canoes and the Lost Dutchman train ride, and fell head over heels—at least my mom, sister and I did. I have a feeling my dad would've preferred we leave this discovery behind us. But no, my mom had to recreate it, and she did semi-successfully, using Bisquick—her go-to baking product for everything from pancakes to fried chicken.
The mini versions that MN and I ordered up at Paragon sent me hurtling back to the "good ol' days." Dipped in a viscous honey-mustard sauce, the crispy-on-the-outside, springy-on-the-inside pork pops were mighty good.
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