It’s Not Funny

I take my cuisine very seriously.

I cook with only the most refined ingredients, such as elbow noodles, butter and cheddaah.

I follow in the footsteps of the great Pepin, Puck and Deen.

Dinner is not a thing to be trifled with, but rather an event worthy of the most solemn observation.

Which is why, tonight, I ate wieners and pickles.

After having scooped up quite the collection of spoils at Trader Joe’s last night, I had several options for dinner.

I really wanted to grill the jalapeno chicken sausages that I bought, but then I remembered this:

I am temporarily without-grill since my roommate moved out and took hers and I have yet to purchase a new one.

So, I resorted to a classic: fried potatoes, onions and “hot dogs”.  Replacing the commonplace hot dog with minimally-processed chicken sausage definitely classed this place up.

I sauteed my potato and onion in a respectably sized skillet:

Then I chopped up 2 chicken sausage…ahem, weiners and fried those up.

Then, I did something that only the classiest of chefs do.  I chopped up some of these to add to my dish:

Nothing says class like kosher dills.

I combined it all and seasoned with a dash of salt and pepper.

I served it up with a dignified dollop of ketchup and a side of roasted brussels sprouts.

Because there’s nothing more serious than a tiny cabbage.

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14 thoughts on “It’s Not Funny

  1. I felt the need to comment.

    ‘Wieners and Pickles’ was the name of my band in High School. Needless to say, we are doing amazing and are currently touring dive bars in Central America.

    Ok, that’s only half true. But what IS true is that I freaking love Trader Joe’s and you just might have enough creativity in the kitchen to enter into your own episode of Iron Chef.

    • Haha, that would be one weird ass episode but I think I could take it. Only if they let me battle Morimoto and would conduct the entire thing in Japanese. Too funny about your band- what are the odds?

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