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Sunday, October 20, 2002
© Copyright 2002 Gregor.
Football. Brats. Beer. Mmmmmm. Today was a good day. With the local NFL team playing on Monday night, the local TV blackout nonsense was lifted. Four NFL games this afternoon that I got to catch bits and pieces of. wh00t. Also finished off the brats I had prepped last night. Double wh00t. If you're a bratwurst purist or were born in 'Sconsin, turn away now. Ya sure, youbetcha Alwin, these probably shorten my lifespan by more time than it takes to prepare them. Each. ;-) I took the frozen brats (Hey look, I haven't found anyone local who makes good brats. Don't get me started on the lack of a good bakery, either.), and dropped them in a ziploc bag with a beer and a package of onion soup mix, to create a marinade. Let 'em soak in that for hours and hours, turning it over now and again to keep things mixed all happy happy. Then drop the whole mess (Minus the plastic bag. Duh.) in a saute pan, bring to a boil, and let 'em cook for about 6 minutes per side. Then slap the brats on the grill, and dash back inside and reduce that marinade to a *thick*, glossy, carmelized onion sauce. When the brats are done, slap 'em in some buns, add that onion sauce, and don't afraid to be generous with some horseradish mustard (I recently found some that'll clear the sinuses of the person sitting next to you, too. Really great stuff.). Enjoy with good company, beverages, and more football. 7:52:26 PM [] blah blah blah'd on this
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