Consider the hot dog.
For some of us, it's nature's perfect processed food -- with bun or plain, grilled or steamed, sliced up and cooked with beans or lathered with spicy brown mustard, sweet onions and pickle relish. But always enjoyed best at the ballpark -- especially at Dodger Stadium.
Or so they tell us.
If you keep kosher and you're a Dodger fan, enjoying a hot dog in Chavez Ravine is about as remote as right field, about as unlikely as a championship pennant or of even harboring thoughts of baseball in October in Los Angeles. And that's too bad.