Watch out for the stuff that’s been sitting around since October First.
I’m not quite sure what you were expecting—Austrian cuisine isn’t noted for its gamut of spices. Most traditional savoury dishes won’t contain anything besides salt and pepper; a few exceptions feature copious amounts of paprika or caraway. Apart from potatoes and cabbage, cooked vegetables aren’t common as a side dish, though there are plenty of side- or main-course salads made from fresh or preserved vegetables. If you didn’t try the Backhendlsalat (mixed salad doused with vinaigrette and pumpkin seed oil and served with strips of breaded and fried chicken) then I’m sorry for you!
The cheap chorizo mixes perfectly with scrambled eggs, though, in a way that chorizos made from “real meat” don’t - it cooks down to a saucy meat-paste that quickly homogenizes into your beaten eggs when you pour them into the skillet, and the oil that it gives off is sufficient that you don’t need to add butter. It’s my go-to for homemade breakfast burritos, combined with cheddar cheese, tater coins, and hot salsa or fresh pico de gallo (ideally with serranos so the burn wakes up more than just your taste buds).
Oh, I never said it wasn’t tasty, it’s just that once I read the ingredients, I’ve had a hard time buying it ever since.
Kind of like these:
Red Hot Pickled Sausage - Bridgford Foods - The Premium Snack
Why do they call out “Beef Lips” as a separate ingredient? I could have done without seeing that, and pretty much ensures I’ll never buy one.
I think the good 'ole Polish sausage is probably the all around favorite, although most fast food places sell Italian sausage sandwiches. I never like flavor kielbasi myself.
I like to slice up kielbasi into 1/2 inch rounds and put them in the crock pot with equal amounts (roughly) of tomato juice and cranberry sauce. Heat on low all day. Serve with toothpicks or with mashed potatoes. Party food.
Interesting! Maybe over the break I’ll give that a shot. 
The thing I love about the recipe is that I love all the ingredients yet from the final outcome you’d never guess what went into it.
Now, I’m intrigued! LOL
Kielbasi? My Polish ancestors cry. It’s either kielbasas or, if you insist on using Polish plural, kiełbasy.
Though Wiktionary does say “kielbasi” is an alternate form of “kielbasa” whose plural is “kielbasis,” which makes my ancestors wail even more from beyond their graves.
Popular where I grew up: Trail bologna. It’s basically a summer sausage made in Trail, Ohio.
I’ve seen every possible spelling. My spell check did not complain about kielbasi. And Wiktionary lists it as an acceptable spelling: kielbasi (plural kielbasis). Alternative spelling of kielbasa.
It all tastes similar.
From what I can tell, it seems to be a spelling in parts of the Eastern US. All the packaging I’ve ever seen on national brands (like Hillshire Farms or Johnsonville) say “kielbasa”, at least around here. “Kielbasi” is especially weird to my ears, as it sounds like it should be plural. There’s also Czech and Slovak spellings, like “klobása” or Hungarian “kólbasz” or Croatian “kobasica.” (And all those words simply mean “sausage” in the native language, not a specific type.)
There’s a yearly music festival in Johnstown, PA (the place with the flood). Years ago it was cosponsored by the local churches, who all had food booths. Every booth had a different spelling for their sausages…
Summary
Back then it was a cheap admission and drew a huge crowd. They made a big profit. Then, the music people and the church people began fighting over the proceeds. Nowadays it’s an arm and a leg for admission and the crowds have thinned out. The churches are no longer involved.
The spellings do give me a hint of where the sausage tradition is coming from. That said, I do realize that I don’t have the same reaction when I see the word “pierogi” being used in the singular or being pluralizes as “pierogis” or “perogis” or whatnot. A borrowed word does take a life of its own once it enters English, and there’s nothing wrong with that. Same happens with Italian foodstuffs. But “kielbasi” is just so outside my experience here in Chicago (and with national brands) that it strikes me as very odd. But, apparently, it is a thing out east of me, and I accept that.
And then there’s Paczki. And the Polish birthday song I used to know that begins Stola! Stola!
I have many friends in the Pittsburgh neighborhood called Polish Hill.
Almost. Sto lat “One hundred years.”