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had a dream, whereby I found some andouille in a super market reduced aisle, was going to buy it, but the other half didn't like the look of it. It was a bit mouldy, so let the woman beside me have it, even though she wasn't sure what it was or what she could cook it in. I instantly regretted giving it to her, and wanted it back. But couldn't.
Then I woke up. -
Where are you getting andouille?
Well spotted, never found it! A couple of times I’ve substituted a smoked cured sausage from a Polski Schlep but usually just a decent pork banger. #heathen
I miss the local butcher from when I lived in London, they’d give me chicken carcasses by the sack full, glad to get rid of them. For all the swank farm shops I’m now surrounded by I can’t half the stuff I used to.
In other news I made a Monday night staple, Jambalaya. For no apparent reason it was my best ever despite no change to recipe or timing. The whole family stuffed it down like a flat-share of stoners.