It’s a Friday night in early May, it’s sunny and warm and you’re hungry. So you grill. You’ve got fresh wild rice brats from the Farmers Market last weekend, and a few big Yukon potatoes you grabbed at the co-op the other day when you stopped for lunch. There’s a meal here, somewhere. Next, you go online and figure out how to boil the brats, and you grab the Cooking Light that’s been collecting dust on the table and find a recipe for homemade fries. While husband is outside grilling the brats, and Dog is looking out the window, you whip together a salad, the chipotle ketchup and set the table. Poof, dinner is served.
sometimes i wish i wasn’t a vegetarian… the smell of brats and real burgers on the grill still makes my mouth water.
Sigh. I love brats. (and wild rice brats sound wonderful)