I'll admit to a mild fear of anything sausage related (except with pizza, because come on, if it's smothered in cheese it's got to be good) until I traveled to Munich while on study abroad. Now, this is the place to go for sausage, folks. Even with the carefree, perpetual vacation attitude that accompanies the young while on study abroad, I couldn't extend the same attitude to the realm of the sausage, which runs rampant in Europe. After awhile, I realized I was being a bit silly because after all, those Europeans are still alive and kicking, right?
Still, this was a mighty barrier to cross for an otherwise adventurous girl. I remember the white food car perched right at home on the Munich sidewalk. There were no fancy signs, no music, or any other sensory frills to speak of. I don't speak German and I can't remember how I ordered what I did or what the name of this particular sausage was (the varieties were legion), but somehow I ended up with a piping hot white [yikes!] sausage, cut in chunks and unadorned except for a utilitarian toothpick speared in its side alongside a slop of zingy mustard, all cradled in a stiff red and white paper carton that I could hold with one hand. I felt like I should introduce myself or something, such was the momentousness of the occasion. No one else on that city street could have known what was about to transpire. I remember feeling a little freakish and a little proud of myself all at the same time. But it was still pure grit that made me take the first bite.
And I ate the whole darn thing. I even licked my lips afterward and could have happily gone back for more. Call me converted. Thank you Munich.
Unfortunately, sausages are not well known to be kind to the waistline. Dieters can reserve sausage rites for holidays, binges, or just kiss it off altogether. But that didn't sound like any fun at all. So I was happy to find a chicken sausage that was very flavorful and lacking tons of the fat normally found in the happy sausage, and it wasn't even advertised as a low-fat item. It pays to read lables when on such a hunt. [For those wondering, I got the AmyLu Smoked Andouille Chicken Sausage sold at Costco.] Since sausage is a willing player in almost anything you want to throw together, we thought we'd try pasta this time and tossed in something green and delicious to boot.Oh, and when eating sausage smiling is required, not to mention licking the old chops.