Monday, September 6, 2010
bbq
Sunday, September 5, 2010
sausages 2: the en-longing
The fennel I did first. I dry toasted it in a pan for five minutes, as recommended by Mr. Brown, and then ground it in my gal Friday’s much abused coffee grinder. The grinder is intended for her flax seed, and other more mild aromatics, but certain of my relatives keep grinding coffee in it. I doubt my grinding of toasted fennel seed was much help. I’m sorry baby; ill buy you a new one after we move. Buying you one now would just see another grinder polluted by my relatives. After grinding and heartfelt guilt, the fennel was placed in a large bowl with the garlic and pepper.
After I acquired, washed, and chopped the herbs, these were also placed in the bowl with the garlic. Once the meat was deboned, I chopped it into pieces as small as I had the patience to create, at least an inch or less, and then threw it into the bowl. Finally, I spread the salt over the meat, and then mixed it all together by hand so the herbs and spices coated the meat. I then covered the bowl securely with plastic wrap, such that there were no vents to the outside, and placed in the fridge. My fridge has smelled poorly recently, and I didn’t want the sausage contaminated by bad smells. The point of the refrigeration is to cool the fat and allow it to take the flavors of the spices. Letting it get infected with the refrigerator smell would be counter productive. I let it rest for several hours, but one should be sufficient.
Then the destruction began.
I ground the meat very, very thoroughly in the food processor. I thought it came out well. It reminded me of dough. I think if I ever make meatloaf in the future I will use this method rather than a meat grinder. I may even be able to make meat hamentashen. That would be funny. Ha. I am enjoying that joke. But seriously. It was like dough. It was kinda gross.
I proceeded to stuff my dough meat into my meat pastry bag. I carefully did prep work on my casings, running water through the full length and tying off one end. As pastry bags are not made for sausage casings, the usual method of forcing meat out into the casing, like rolling a condom onto my erect penis (or pushing my erect penis into a rolled condom which is being held in place over a tube…), was not workable. I could not bunch the casing onto the pastry bag due to its rapid growth in size. Instead I had to hold one end onto the bag and force the meat into the casing. This was hard to do, so I would try to work the meat down the casing, away from the bag. Much like trying to force my erect penis into a used condom I found by the side of the road. not that that ever happened. Just hypothetically. That would be hard. Or like, putting it into a candy wrapper using only rainwater for lube. That sucks. amirite? Not that I’ve done that. That would be hella weird.
I was just musing on how long this was going to take, and how much my wrists and feet already hurt, and how I had two pounds of meat and five feet of casing to work with the meat wasn’t even near the end yet, when i first burst the casing. I paused. One fears this when working casing this way but it had ended up not being an issue last time. I found I could work the meat past the hole if I squeezed it hard enough. I continued to work the meat down the casing, and began to plan a contingency of tying off in the middle and working the meat in from both ends. Then the second hole appeared. And the third. I attempted to tie off, and created a fourth. This is when I gave up.
The sausages at tomorrows’ bbq will be patty style, and after this I will go ahead and order the meat grinder. it is just way too much of a pain int he ass to work the meat into the casing. Simply not practical. This is lame, because grinders are kind of expensive, and somewhat specialized. On the other hand, the one I have my eye on can also be used for pasta making. After I finally make a successful sausage, you may all be subject to the pasta series. So, don’t you go enjoying life yet.