I have fond memories of going to the Oktoberfest somewhere in Southern California with my family. My dad really loved the Bratwurst … and the beer to go with it. I loved it just as much. I haven’t seen Bratwurst for YEARS. Today, buy two get one free, right there at the ol’ Carrefour market. Mine for the buying.
I looked up a few recipes on how to cook it. It’s all about getting the internal temperature safe and then browning the outside. Many ways to do this, mainly involve some sort of par-boil followed by a brown. In France, we cook raw sausage all the time. We do this method. BUT, as I was talking with Brent about it, it dawned on me that we house this very special machine a dear friend of ours bought to do exactly that. A sous vide wand that gets your middle up to temp and ready for browning. The brats are up-temping now and I can’t wait to brown my “saucisse irrésistible.” …. everything ( except ten words ) sound better in French.
We have some new web-footed friends joining team Grasspunk. They are runner ducks. I don’t know much about them, but I can tell you this, they like to cuddle. I’m sure we’ll soon know why they are called “runner” ducks.
Last week was a four day weekend and Minty hosted a Movie night. “Movie Night” is code for junk food and television to avoid any school-end test studies. The kids have a toolbox and they aren’t afraid to use it. Works every time.
(above children are not studying )
Minty takes photos of these two characters every day. The gray one is a stuffed animal with the amazing talent of breath and a beating heart. The beige one is a killer.
Just a reminder, it’s tick season. If you have a nap in the grass with a shaggy dog, be sure to give yourself a quick once over. I hate ticks. Useless buggers.
Have a great weekend! Hug a duck! I’m going to go brown my irresistible sausage.
“We are most of the way there. Calves are coming. Mostly smooth, but some need a little special attention. It was all-on day today, for me. Not a moment to break.”
I started this post last week, but was arrested by “Bedfordshire Clanger.” I went back to the computer, as I do because everyone and animal takes me away from sitting on my arse gazing into the interwebs like a zombie that was held hostage in a deep cellar for ten years. …. aaahrg. Look! moving pictures with sound!
Wikipedia, pert on my screen, describing the Bedfordshire Clanger. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bedfordshire_clanger
The Bedfordshire Clanger gives you these sensations, in one sausage roll. Only if you eat it from left to right: Amuse-bouche, entree, fiddly salad, more wank, the real meal deal followed by dessert … and, I assume, coffee.
It’s a dish for farmers in the field. Now that I’ve heard of it, I suppose I should give ‘er a go. Why was it on my screen? I don’t have a clue, ask Brent.
I’m surprised Pizza Hut wasn’t on this. Think outside the cheese. Stick it in a bucket … or a roll?!
Otto moved some logs.
And that calf up at the top? Lust For Life, Brent had to pull him out. Quite an effort, but he is great! and running around like a he-nut.
The cake that Minty made for the school? Zelie ate it. So Zelie had to make a new cake for the school.
He says. Well, okay. I’m always up for a culinary challenge. Let me randomly pick a recipe.
Okay, one can of Le Spam. This could take some time. … thankfully. Perhaps a duck confit substitution? or another random recipe selection.