Sausage Cacciatore
My siblings certainly get a thanks for the dinner that I put together for the golf weekend with my buddies. Two weeks before I left for the trip, I met up with Jim and Scott, and we made a batch of sausage. I put the sausage in my golf bag, and it was still slightly frozen when I finally got my hands on my luggage. I had also stuffed Corinne’s recipe for sausage cacciatore in the book I was reading. Corinne detailed the recipe, and I followed it to the letter. I put it all together on Friday night, and on Saturday I set it to simmer as we played. When you’re feeding a group of people there’s a moment, as they’re digging in, when the cook wonders: “Is this good?” I’ve learned to start eating and make up my own mind about it. Two forkfuls in, I knew: “Nailed it.” One of the Italian guys, who I’ve shared a lot of meals with, kept saying: “Mmm, good.” As if he were a caveman eating for the first time. He kept saying those two words. By the end, I had to share the recipe, and as usual, ther...