This is not so posh nosh - but it doesn't take much dosh!
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Brigid's Butcher's Blarney
The weather here is Melbourne miserable. It has been damp and icy cold and as Miss Eagle looks out the office window the usual view of the Dandenong Ranges National Park is obscured by fog - or is it ground level cloud?
So the evening repast calls for something simple, nourishing and nurturing. Hence, Brigid's Butcher's Blarney. Any good thick snag will do. These ones the butcher calls Irish Sausages. Why, Miss Eagle is not sure. Because they are pork, have a shamrock in them - or is it all indistinguishable blarney?
Now quantities are not given here. Sort yourself out according to taste and quantity required. Use any thick sausages (thin ones aren't so good in this dish) and cook them in the manner described here. They don't have to be cooked through - but brown them well. Remove them from the pan. Saute onions and garlic. Make a gravy by adding flour to the oil and sausage drippings and then water. Because this is simple and relaxed, we are using froz veg - so choose your favourite (Miss Eagle's fav had cauliflower, carrot and peas) and add to the gravy along with some diced potato. But the thing that distinguishes the flavour is the addition of baked beans in tomato sauce. Now there are all sorts of varieties of baked beans on the supermarket shelf - but just choose the old fashioned sort in tomato sauce. No cheese. Add salt and pepper and, if you are going gourmet, any suitable spices you fancy. Simmer gently until the sausages along with the potatoes and veges are cooked through and tender and the gravy is nicely thickened. Keep your eye on it and add water if necessary. Serve, curl up before a blazing fire or a warming gas duct and enjoy!
Labels:
Comfort Food,
Meat,
Sausages
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2 comments:
Good warming food, on a cold day, by the looks of it.
Loved the blurb on the link, on advice on how to cook steak (and on appropriate cuts for different treatments), and on sausages, esp the bit about having an old German butcher hovering in the background. Everyone should have one of those.
I cooked sausages on a BBQ last weekend. Did it all wrong, according to the text.
More importantly, some sausages were from a local real butcher. Despite my incorrect cooking, they did not burst. Others were "plastic" sausages from a major brand supermarket. Dreadful.
The difference was astonishing. Give me a real butcher any time.
Denis, as you will note the Irish Pork Sausages came from a real butcher. All sausages are not equal.
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