Marg, those sound rather like corndogs. Or at least the way Kiddo likes corndogs (lots of ketchup, kid eats ketchup on her ketchup, I should get her the t-shirt).
Only way I could keep her in front of the TV to see the wedding this morning was telling her things like "See that? That's Westminster Abby. I stood on Livingston's grave there." She might have found that more entertaining if she knew who Livingston was.