Sometimes I think of my fridge as a TARDIS--it seems to hold much more than it should....which also means that things can get very lost in it and then mysteriously found...
Today it had some bratwurst. I'm not a fan of it, but I bought it for a brunch, but never made it. The best-by date was fine, so it was braised and served with some roasted potatoes, more of that eggplant and a dollop of very nice sour cream. In a very odd way it was like Oktoberfest...but without the schnitzel, the sauerkraut and the beer...Iand the band.
I think if I get bratwurst again, I'll go to a delicatessen, instead of the megamart. It tasted like a tarted up hotdog. Oh well...the veg more than made up for it.
The mouse is still being fattened up.
jasmine
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Scullery banalities of an ominvorous rambler and habitual eater.
About Me
- jasmine
- food enthusiast | freelance culinary writer | effervescent aspiring polymath | I'm neither a chef nor a nutritionist; I'm just someone who enjoys the pleasures of food.
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