Had we not prepaid for our hotel stay over the weekend, I'd have cancelled our trip. We had a nice savings for a down payment just three weeks ago. But paint, carpet, HVAC repair and an obnoxious lender (in the family) made it tight. We had $7 to use toward gas and food until Wednesday when we returned to the apartment.
So when contemplating dinner in the last five miles, I had to keep it in the kitchen. No calling out for Chinese or pizza. Couldn't swing through the uber-convenient McD's or White Castle. Don't even think about finding a full service dining experience. Mac & cheese from the blue box. That was my thought as I pulled into the parking spot we left Thursday night.
But that didn't last up the stairs. Once the boys were corralled in the apartment I started cooking up sausage patties and pancakes. With the standard BH&G plaid binder packed, I found a recipe online. AND it used butter, not oil which we depleted in last week's fried chicken adventure. I substituted brown sugar for white since all the white stuff we have here is in packets. I forgot to add an egg. But I added cinnamon to the batter and sprinkles while they cooked and again at serving. Maybe thats why Deborah said they were the best ever.
I thought I'd say that a benefit of knowing my farmer is flexibility. We stopped getting sausage from our CSA share a few years ago, in favor of bacon, chops and whole pieces (shoulder, belly). So when I forgot to pick up half of my chickens last year, I managed to trade some of them for other meat, including this particular package of sausage. I guess I managed to talk about that. Imagine making a special order with your grocer and then trading it for stuff in stock months later.
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