So what exactly IS "supplemental sausage"?
Apparently, supplemental sausage is a sausage you buy from the meat counter because you're short meat for a recipe. Our meat failing example was Moroccan Meatballs. The meatball recipe required 1.5 pounds of ground chicken but MSMF could only find a package with 1.45 pounds. In fear and haste that the recipe would be in ruins, he bought a supplemental sausage. Not three, not two. One. One supplemental sausage. And not just any old sausage.
It was a spinach and feta sausage.
Now I don't know what compels a man to buy just one sausage, let alone a fancy Mediterranean sausage that only Greeks and hipsters would eat, but that's what he did. The funny thing though, is that when we made the Moroccan Meatballs the other night, MSMF didn't mention a single word about the missing 0.05 pound of chicken meat or that there was a supplemental sausage waiting on the sidelines!
Having not used the sausage, I thought it was for tonight's dinner - Orecchiette with Sausage and Broccoli Rabe. MSMF was quick to point out that my assumption was flawed, even though the recipe clearly calls for sausage, by backtracking the debate to the quantity of sausage. The lack of sausages, plural. Single sausage.
I have to admit he had me.
But what about the sausage for the Orecchiette? Did he also buy supplemental turkey, which is the only meat we currently have left in the fridge? What was the thought process here? Was MSMF so concerned about the missing ground chicken that he bought a single supplemental sausage but missed the other sausages we needed for the Orecchiette? And why was the supplemental meat sausage? The questions just wouldn't stop but the ridiculousness kept coming.
The irony here is that I hate sausage. I'm thankful we're not doing sausage with our Orecchiette but I do feel some small sadness for the lone, supplemental sausage.
I'm in tears. Somewhere here it should be mentioned that grocery shopping in 2020 was like looking for petroleum in The Road Warrior. One minute you're looking at green beans and the next you're potentially dead. I feel an internal clock ticking constantly especially at the meat counter surrounded by so much death.
ReplyDeleteThe meat counter reminds me of the adult version of a kids candy store. You know the one, with bin upon plastic bin of various candies. So many options, it's hard to pick what you're wanting most.
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