In the beginning of my married, cooking life it was necessary to school my husband and children in the mathematics of taste. One of my first lessons was Mild = Tasteless. Having grown up eating in a family who didn’t see anything wrong with mild, benign meals, it took several years for my husband to appreciate this lesson, but he eventually did and is glad 🙂 The children were easier; as it was when I grew up, after adjustment to solid food, we all wanted to eat what the parents were eating and “Chillies for Babies” was the only modification. I practically beam with pride when one of my children says, “Get the normal sausages Mom, those mild ones are tasteless” 😀
I found some hot Italian sausages made by a small firm in New Jersey. New Jerseyites would know because New Jersey has been inhabited by Italians forever and still has good traditional, neighborhood Italian food stores and restaurants.
I guess Saint Avarice Incorporated ran all the fruits and vegetables out of the USA because the only one of these peppers that comes from the US is the orange one from Michigan, the other two are from Mexico and, wait for it, Canada!? Less we forget, Wayne County, Pennsylvania is supposed to be an agricultural area, which means farmers. And for produce unavailable in Pennsylvania, whatever happened to fruit and vegetable imports from California and Florida? I mean! It gets on my nerves! No Roger, I can’t go back to France right now. My daughter is graduating from high school soon, needs to be installed at college and my husband has escaped retirement to work in Haiti for an obscene amount of money.
I was going to slice the sausages but because they browned so plump and firm, I decided to leave them “old school” whole.
Poor Paula Deen! Whenever I use her wonderful pan, I feel a little sad for her. As the comedian Bill Burr hilariously explains, people of her age who grew up in a certain environment, a member of a monochrome society where the “N” word will out and not much is thought of it. Confused, baffled and resentful of the new politically correct agenda, that attempts to police peoples’ thoughts and opinions, many of these people cheer the Trump phenomenon because he’s saying out loud what they have suppressed for so long. Does it matter that people think and use the “N” word when speaking with their peers, family and friends? I don’t think so. It allows them to blow off steam and reduce stress that many times has nothing to do with the “N” people. Does it hurt anyone? Maybe it hurts the Paula Deens, in that they remain in narrow worlds with narrow minds, unwilling to enhance their knowledge and experiences and waste their lives with non-issues like who goes to what bathroom. Anyway, I’ve always thought it’s better to be “N”-ed than lynched. Certain West Africans call white people “red monkeys” and this doesn’t seem to hurt or matter to anyone except my husband, and that’s only because when I understood what they were saying to him, I laughed immoderately 😀
Hot Italian Sausages with Peppers
8 fresh, hot Italian sausage links, browned
2 tbsp olive oil
3 multicolored bell peppers, cut into strips
1 large onion, sliced
4 large garlic cloves, thinly sliced
3 cups homemade or jarred marinara sauce
8 hoagie buns
In a large, non-stick skillet, saute the peppers, onion and garlic in the olive oil until the peppers are crisp tender. Place the browned sausages on top of the vegetables, then pour the marinara on top of everything. Cover, bring to a boil, then simmer for about 15 minutes.
Place each sausage into a bun, add some peppers, onions and sauce. Sprinkle with a little cheese.