To my vegetarian wife's deep dismay, I always stop for a tank of fuel and a corndog at the Flying J. The closest is 40 miles, and the second closest is between us and Long Island. Thus, it's a rare treat.
Who knows, maybe they ship?
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I am gravely concerned as to your wife's nutritional health. By embracing the religion of vegetarianism, she places herself at risk for all manner of illnesses relating to meat deficiency, and by regressing into a less healthful condition she renders herself unable to perform many traditional wifely activities
(snicker)
Possibly, but my concern would be that at home a person would most likely be unable to recreate the healthful goodness of the true Flying J corndog. I'm assuming that a major element to this would be in the magical red lights which keep them hot for hours or days at a time, the amazing rotating handling devices as well as the expert culinary attentions visited upon them by the highly-trained Chefs employed by Flying J.
No, my guess is that the only way to assure yourself of a properly prepared and authentic Flying J corndog would be by going directly to the Source. Any lesser efforts may place you and your health at risk.
