The Sausage Story

I just finished my last midterm and I think I did pretty well on them. I had an awesome weekend in Rome. I saw all of the major sites: The Coliseum, Roman Forum, Pantheon, Trevi Fountain and much more. I went to the Vatican, toured St. Peter's Basilica, and saw the Pope make an address from his window! School is closing in a few minutes, but I have time for a quick story.


Part I

So the other night I’m grillin up a bunch of sausage and peppers. My roommate from Wisconsin walks by and stares at the pan for awhile, but he doesn’t say anything. Then, he says, “Wow, where did you get that idea from? I’ve never thought about doing that before.” I asked him what he was talking about. He says, “Taking two breakfast sausages, splitting them in half, and putting them on a sandwich.”

Part II:
* This occurred a few days after part I.

So he ended up going to the supermarket to buy some sausage because he was really interested after watching me eat mine. I was doing homework in the kitchen one night when he started preparing the sausage. He didn’t ask me for any pointers or anything. Surprisingly, he actually managed to cook the sausage correctly, but what he did next was utterly disturbing. He took the sausage and spread a thick layer of pesto onto it, while layering lettuce on top (no peppers or onions) and this is the worst part….he put it on white bread!! An Italian sausage sandwich on white bread?! That’s a sin!

* This is the same person who buys a special kind of macaroni shell, one that I’ve never seen in all my life. When I asked him why he buys that kind of macaroni, he told me it’s the softest kind that he could find. (It looked like mush, like mashed potatoes). I guess he’s never heard of al dente either.

I'm waking up at 5 AM tomorrow so that I can make it to Reggio - Emilia (The birthplace of PARMESAN REGGIANO) by 8 AM. I'm going on a free 3 hour tour of the parmesan factory!!