Hot Beef Sundae. It ought to be a euphemism for something carnal or scatalogical, but at the Tennessee State Fair it's an irony-free $6 pile of mashed potatoes, roast beef, gravy and shreds of cheddar, served with buttered toast and a cherry tomato on top.
While just looking at this meaty perversion of a classic ice cream treat almost brought up my breakfast, it also brought up a couple of questions:
Question No. 1: What other Hot (fill in the blank) Sundaes would you like to see? I'm thinking anything from Hot Chicken Sundae (white bread and cayenne-dusted breast with a drizzle of mustard and a pickle on top) to Hot Slug Sundae made with the slugburger from Martin's BBQ. Bratwurst Split, anyone? Pork Belly Buster Parfait?
Question No. 2: How could Hot Beef Sundae best serve as a euphemism? For example: “Dammit, Earl. I told you not to feed it after midnight. Now we've got a real Hot Beef Sundae on our hands.”