So, tonight we had individual mini-pizzas for dinner tonight. Gramma Sweetie (Mr. Sweetie's mom) is here for a few days, and we had the good stuff: crab meat, portobello mushrooms and fresh spinach.
Kidlets had pepperoni and sausage.
Making Italian sausage for pizza here at Chez Evil means buying Jennie-O turkey sausages and browning them. But, of course, for pizza, you need crumbled sausage. So that means taking the refrigerated sausages and removing the casings. So, you have these long, curved tubes of meat, contained inside a thin, organic sheath, and you squeeze. . .
It just feels so. . .you know. . .porny.
1 comment:
That's exactly why I don't eat brats or anything on a stick (i.e. ANY food at the fair).
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