8 Sep 2009 :: Worst. Sausage. Ever.
Yeah, I know where you guys are going with this.
Rolling into Memorial Day weekend faux camp trip, I did some prep work before I knew it was going to be faux. Yes, shoot me for using a douchey French-to-English jargon. I went to Costco, dodged the elderly and retired, nabbed me some burgers, mushrooms and the biggest sausages my eyes had ever seen.
I was smitten.
It is probably always like that, thinking that bigger is better, seeing what might be a foot of raw meat while pondering if there were even buns that could possible wrap that incredible length. In the world of campfires, stars and endless quiet, those sausages signified a full meal, and likely a monstrously delectable omelet.
When the wheels fell off, leading to several disappointing and, as of yet, unresolved issues, the worst heart ache was truly when the tip of the first sausage touched my tongue.
They might have had great flavor and are probably great sources of protein, but the grease was unbelievable. The oil was so persuasive and thick that I thought I was eating an Exxon Valdez seal burger.
I strategically drowned one in an omelet this morning and it was five hours before I trusted my stomach to take food again.
The lesson is as always; bigger is not always better. |
