I can recall being a latchkey kid and calling mom at work to have her tell me how to make a grilled cheese sandwich or maybe a box of mac and cheese. I was ten or so. As the years passed Cooking became important to me cause, well, I enjoy food.
So, today mom asks about a new little butcher shop just up the street that I’ve been to a few times and wants to get some Kielbasa. We go and the guy says he can make some if she has ten minutes or so while he makes it fresh to her order. She gets fresh homemade sausage and life is good…
We’re hanging and having a few cold beers.Then I tease her and say "ya know you can’t just toss that in a pan and fry it, Right?
Cut to dinner.
She had boiled it for 90 minutes THEN pan fried it.
I doubt that since Slim Jim likes their meat products to have some sort of flavor which, judging from your description, your mother’s recipe was likely seriously lacking.
That said, is your mother aware of things called “the internet” and “Google” where you can type in a phrase like “kielbasa cooking recipes” come up with hundreds of palatable recommendations? Last Memorial Day I acquired some quality bratwurst from a local butcher and, even though I’m a neophyte in matters pertaining to the proper preparation of sausages, I was able to a find a good recipe for brats that was appreciated by all.
Slice kielbasa, put into crock pot with equal volumes tomato juice and cranberry sauce. Heat on low a long time, until sauce thickens. Serve over mashed potatoes.
Yes. Mom is 76 years old and has a good laugh cause she shares the “Inertubes” as she calls it with (and my daughter gets pissed) millennials and “douche bags”.
Slice kielbasa, place in a skillet with a 1/2 inch of water. Steam until water is gone, then toss for a couple minutes till it’s about 50% browned. Serve with sauteed peppers and onions. And mustard. Over mashed potatoes is good, or fried potato pierogi.
My mom once served tomato aspic to my stepdad, my brother, and me.
My stepfather was the nicest man in the world and never criticized anything she did, but he quietly didn’t eat anything beyond the first bite. (As my bro and I went “EWWWW! TOMATO JELLO? WHAT THE HECK? EWWWW!” in the subtle way kids have.)
