reindeer dry sausage sandwich
There isn’t enough good that can be said about the sausage sandwich. I won’t even try to say anything more. But …
People eat reindeer. And they make sausages out of reindeer. It seems kind of sad. It is sad. like eating bunnies is sad. Because of Rudolph, and just, you know, bunnies.
But I googled ’sausage sandwich’ this afternoon, just, I don’t know, because I google things when I’m hungry or thinking about them, and I found something I really liked, which is where I got the picture:
Sandwiches: Reindeer dry sausage sandwich
It’s from the, [hic] blog, or journal, I guess, of a self-professed ‘foodie’ in Oslo, Norway. It’s called Oslo Foodie.
Wow.
Lots. Of. Yum.
I’m going to subscribe to the feed of it. Because right now, I’m just glancing over some of the highlights which are floating in the window behind this one I’m typing in, and I see things like “Pan fried salmon fillet with sour cream sauce and cucumber salad” or “Leek, goat’s cheese and bacon quiche.” And I love to cook and I LOVE to find new things to cook, and to kind of build upon the really fantastic cooking I do that is very very much due to the really really fantastic cookbooks and shows of Jamie Oliver who I simply can’t thank enough. And/or blame for being called, more than once, a ‘foodie’ by members of my family. Grrr.
Recipe: [sort of] Jamie’s sausage sandwich: Grill up a bunch of your favorite breakfast sausages, like maple-flavor ones, until they are nice and blackened and sticky. Meanwhile, grill both sides of a big fat hoagie or french roll with butter also. Butterfly the sausages. Smear the roll with HP or A1 steak sauce. Melt some great grated cheddar over the butterflied sausage under the broiler. And then smash it all on the sandwich and SMASH the roll on top. Really, the smashing is key.
