I’ve been staring at a couple of blood sausage Ron bought that have been sitting in the meat tray since Christmas.
Quite honestly, I was afraid to cook them, but finally bit the bullet tonight.
Ron had shoveled a path to the grill a couple of days ago. It’s still getting dark kind of early, so I haven’t taken the hint; he looked so downcast when I suggested that we make a meal of salad, though, that I threw on some shoes and started cooking, outside as he suggested since he knows how much I hate stove top frying.
I’ve never grilled blood sausage and couldn’t find a recipe online, so had no idea how long to keep it on the heat or what it looks like when done.
The sausage would have been good and I could have cooked it inside, and I’ll do better next time, I hope.