Originally an instagram post which is why it cuts off so fast.
Bake at 400 for about an hour. It takes forever for the potatoes to crisp up. I usually start them first and bake the sausage separately. Then combine the two. You can throw in some sage leaves at the very end if you are adventurous.
There's lots of good chicken sausages you can get. Many even at local markets that seem to relish them, with natural pork casings, etc. They're probably healthier than the chorizos or mortadellas or salsiccias or whatnot. If you're in a bind to find them it's likely there's a place around that sells the ones made by Aidell's. Where there's a will there's a way.
I just now walked over to Taste of Philly and got a sandwich. Paid with a twenty. The guy behind the counter is a punk. Poorly dressed. Ragged, unartful tattoos, mean surly face, carnivorous teeth, general menacing look to him, he could have been a skin head.
"Oops! That guy's gotta go. He owned 200 slaves. We're whitewashing our history."
The guy grinned ear to ear with my description of the twenty delighted to have discovered a kindred spirit.
I told him I was intending a post about this. His interest piqued. There is also a statue of him in Jackson Square New Orleans, the city is rightfully proud of the square. We read all about it in Louisiana History, a civics requirement down there. And it's hard. There is nothing easy about this class. Louisiana history is more involved than American history. It's complex. A lot going on. Jackson Square, Jackson Square, Jackson Square, boom, we finally go there, and the statue looks like a lawn ornament.
Compared to the equestrian statue at the Imperial Palace. We had just seen that one. Of a samurai. It's f'n HUGE. Very impressive. And large scale. No comparison between them at all. Oddly, the horse on three legs looks more dynamic than the horse rearing on two.
The boss came by as I'm regaling the skin head. He's different. Also street punk type. They were interested in me proclaiming Andrew Jackson slave-owner worthy of history whitewashing and statue removal. And there was a tweet with other N.C. confederate statues that would be part of a cleanup as liberals realize how intwined confederate history is with u.s. history.
A customer came in right at that moment of finishing up. I overheard, "I got no time for (something) stories"
And that testosterone thing happens that you get, you know, a chemical squirt that goes instant asshole, but my emergent maturity moderated the chemical squirt. I turned, we were actually touching, he moved in that tightly, and I looked down at his short compact corpulent countenance and I said, "I realize that you are in a hurry. Will you please hand me my two canes?" He eagerness to be served separated me from my sticks. He looked up at me confused. Am I really being that big an asshole? Am I really escalating like that? I kept looking right has round cherubic face down there still looking up, still massively confused, burned right through his face as my Daddy who can be a serious bastard taught me. The look that says, Yeah, I really am that big an asshole. He handed me my canes. The two clerks looked at me like, shit, they could not say to the guy, hey don't be so rude, but I can. It's their job to deescalate testosterony things like that, but it's not my job to be constantly obsequious. It was fun. And I still have half a sandwich.
Chip, do you use a cane? Silly question since you write that you do in your comment. Anyway, it reminded me of the hysterical scene in It's A Gift in which Mr. Muckle, a blind man with a cane, demolishes pyramids of light bulbs in Mr. Bissonette's (W.C. Fields) dry goods store. You can watch it on YouTube.
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Originally an instagram post which is why it cuts off so fast.
Bake at 400 for about an hour. It takes forever for the potatoes to crisp up. I usually start them first and bake the sausage separately. Then combine the two. You can throw in some sage leaves at the very end if you are adventurous.
Just don't eat it every day. It's not like you can never have it. Moderation.
There's lots of good chicken sausages you can get. Many even at local markets that seem to relish them, with natural pork casings, etc. They're probably healthier than the chorizos or mortadellas or salsiccias or whatnot. If you're in a bind to find them it's likely there's a place around that sells the ones made by Aidell's. Where there's a will there's a way.
Be safe and just eat tofu while watching porn. Your mind will fill in the gaps.
Tofu is as good as estrogen. It will make you cry at the commercials. Porn has commercials, right?
Wanna hear something? Okay, goes like this.
I just now walked over to Taste of Philly and got a sandwich. Paid with a twenty. The guy behind the counter is a punk. Poorly dressed. Ragged, unartful tattoos, mean surly face, carnivorous teeth, general menacing look to him, he could have been a skin head.
"Oops! That guy's gotta go. He owned 200 slaves. We're whitewashing our history."
The guy grinned ear to ear with my description of the twenty delighted to have discovered a kindred spirit.
I told him I was intending a post about this. His interest piqued. There is also a statue of him in Jackson Square New Orleans, the city is rightfully proud of the square. We read all about it in Louisiana History, a civics requirement down there. And it's hard. There is nothing easy about this class. Louisiana history is more involved than American history. It's complex. A lot going on. Jackson Square, Jackson Square, Jackson Square, boom, we finally go there, and the statue looks like a lawn ornament.
Compared to the equestrian statue at the Imperial Palace. We had just seen that one. Of a samurai. It's f'n HUGE. Very impressive. And large scale. No comparison between them at all. Oddly, the horse on three legs looks more dynamic than the horse rearing on two.
The boss came by as I'm regaling the skin head. He's different. Also street punk type. They were interested in me proclaiming Andrew Jackson slave-owner worthy of history whitewashing and statue removal. And there was a tweet with other N.C. confederate statues that would be part of a cleanup as liberals realize how intwined confederate history is with u.s. history.
A customer came in right at that moment of finishing up. I overheard, "I got no time for (something) stories"
And that testosterone thing happens that you get, you know, a chemical squirt that goes instant asshole, but my emergent maturity moderated the chemical squirt. I turned, we were actually touching, he moved in that tightly, and I looked down at his short compact corpulent countenance and I said, "I realize that you are in a hurry. Will you please hand me my two canes?" He eagerness to be served separated me from my sticks. He looked up at me confused. Am I really being that big an asshole? Am I really escalating like that? I kept looking right has round cherubic face down there still looking up, still massively confused, burned right through his face as my Daddy who can be a serious bastard taught me. The look that says, Yeah, I really am that big an asshole. He handed me my canes. The two clerks looked at me like, shit, they could not say to the guy, hey don't be so rude, but I can. It's their job to deescalate testosterony things like that, but it's not my job to be constantly obsequious. It was fun. And I still have half a sandwich.
Chip, do you use a cane? Silly question since you write that you do in your comment. Anyway, it reminded me of the hysterical scene in It's A Gift in which Mr. Muckle, a blind man with a cane, demolishes pyramids of light bulbs in Mr. Bissonette's (W.C. Fields) dry goods store. You can watch it on YouTube.
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