Sausage Egg Salad Sandwich

The sausage really enhances the egg flavor.

Every Easter, we end up with a couple of dozen boiled eggs.  Boiled eggs are great, but what else can you do?  You can always make deviled eggs.  I wanted a simple sandwich today, so I made egg salad.

I have never made egg salad before, but there’s nothing to it.  Eggs, mayo, mustard, etc.  I did not use any recipes for inspiration for this endeavor. Fortunately, I had the forethought to write it down.  DO NOT skip the smoked sausage.  The sausage really brings out the egg flavor.  And the sausage flavor.

Ingredients:

9 boiled eggs

4 Mezzetta peperoncini

1/2 link Down Home smoked sausage

1/2 teaspoon paprika

1 teaspoon Tony Chachere’s cajun seasoning

1/2 teaspoon garlic powder

2 tablespoons mayonnaise

2 tablespoons spicy brown mustard

Note:  I have not received any promotional consideration for any of the above products.  These are products I  prefer.  I certainly won’t shill a product I don’t believe in.

Method:

Who can resist smoked sausage? Not me.

Cut sausage link in half and throw in a skillet to heat up.  While the sausage is sizzling, chop boiled eggs and place into a bowl.  Mince peperoncini and add to the eggs.  Dump in paprika, cajun seasoning, garlic powder, mayonnaise, and mustard.

Once the sausage is good and sizzly, take one half of the sausage and half it again.  Then, chop those two quarters and throw the pieces into the egg mixture.  The other half sausage link makes a great snack while you are making egg salad.  Or you can give it to the kids since they probably won’t be eating any egg salad.

Mix the ingredients together and throw on some bread.  Enjoy.

I would really appreciate any feedback when you try this recipe.  It’s a work in progress.  I may cut back on the cajun seasoning because of the salt content, but my wife said it was perfect.  I also think it may do well with a teaspoon of balsamic vinegar, but that is for another culinary adventure.

Nuts and Feet

I remember this radio promotion I was involved with many years ago at this Active Rocker. We had front row tickets to see Tool along with passes to the pre-show party.

This was during Fear Factor’s heyday and we wanted to cash in on that notoriety. A select number of listeners were going to be abused for their big opportunity by playing Nuts and Feet.

The premise was simple. Fill a kiddie pool with mayonnaise, pork and beans, relish, and a few more ingredients. Several boiled pig feet and one boiled pig testicle were buried in this slop. Score a foot and win a free CD. Land the baseball sized pig part and win the grand prize. Oh, and you had to retrieve these items with your mouth.

The smell emanating from that pool was horrendous. I almost vomited. The smell hit a woman and she threw up. We had this stunt in a store parking lot next to a busy street. This commotion even caused a car accident.

I don’t remember who won. I don’t even care. I was too busy laughing at this spectacle.

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Food Idiosyncrasies…I Don’t Like White Food

I know it sounds silly. It’s a fact I haven’t shared much in the past. I haven’t even told my wife until about a month ago, though I’m sure she already suspected it.

There are some innocuous white foods like eggs, potatoes and rice, but I sincerely abhor mayonnaise, cream cheese, white milk (or milk in general)…you get the picture. There are exceptions to the rule, like when you need to use mayonnaise for tuna salad or cream cheese for a velvety peanut butter pie, but when I cook with these ingredients I have my cleansing ritual. There’s nothing worse than leaving a milk ring on the counter with the milk cap.

I’m sure my white food aversion stems from my dad’s efforts to cajole me into drinking white milk. I don’t know what his obsession was because I loved chocolate milk, but I guess at six or seven, I was his experiment in Nazi parenting.

Cajole is too soft a word. My dad was the White Milk Enforcer. Numerous times, he would wrestle me in the kitchen to pour that evil beverage down my throat. He would literally pour it down my throat after he pried my mouth open. My hatred for that ivory abomination ran so deeply that he usually ended up pouring two glasses onto my face only for it to soak us. After the fight was wrestled out of me I would finally submit so that I could brush my teeth and take a shower.

So I have an aversion to white food. It’s definitely not a hard and fast rule because to make delicious treats I frequently have to make exceptions, but I still have to scrub down like I’m about to perform an appendectomy after their use, though.