When I asked my mom what she wanted to eat for Christmas dinner, she suggested hot dogs. I doubt she seriously thought I would take her up on that offer. But I couldn’t work up a lot of enthusiasm for the notion of wrestling another turkey into and out of the oven — those things are heavy! And I didn’t have enough time to plan and execute a multi-course meal. So, I grilled really good hot dogs on the pink Traeger pig, and we ate them while we played Scrabble and watched The Bad Seed for about the millionth time.