Oh, I had almost forgotten the brots.

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No, not steak, not by a long shot. Steak has that tender but firm texture sausage just is not able to match. The fat in sausage is usually a lot richer, or heavier, or something. Beef fat, paired with good tender powerfully beef tasting muscle is the best fat around. And yet I will never really complain about brots and some other sausages. The goods ones, like the ones I buy, are a treat of a different nature, rather than a lower order.

I have tried to cook brots a dozen different ways. The best way I have found to cook them is to boil and fry them. Tonight, I had two packages, so I tried frying first then boiling and the reverse, as much because I had the hot water left from the last batch and did not want to waste both the energy in the pan of water and use my own energy to wash and restart the cooking process. Curiosity threw it's hat in the ring as well, of course. I cannot tell a difference between the ways. Then again, when you are as hungry as I was, perhaps it is not the best time to compare nuances in food.

This gives me meat to add to beans, rice, or a mixture, or to just eat cold. Yes, hot with mustard or ground horseradish or cold as mobile food, brots are very good. Mixed with beans, rice, or several other things adds excellent variety and will fill you up quickly. The fat is mostly cooked out, being boiled then fried. What is left is just plain good meat, savory spices, and just enough fat to exclude the need for prunes. My eating of beans and rice has already done that. This just keeps blockage immunization up.

Now, to do a little bit of cleaning, put a load of laundry in the wash, grab the tire repair kit from the car so I can read the instructions and make sure my tire is good, then maybe a trip to town. When I have it going, I hate to see anything wasted. I have little time to tend to real needs, waste is trouble. This may mean a long "day", staying up to get to SLC on top of everything else, but that may just have to be suffered through. Besides, if I went to sleep now, I am pretty sure I would not wake up in time to get to the tire, which would make getting to SLC impossible anyway. What was it we said? Ah, right, hurry and wait... in the Navy. Either we had long stretches of little but the mundane, or we had moments of huge effort, lasting hours, sometimes stretching into days, where all feet were on the deck, ground, or wherever doing whatever was required, which was often more than any one man could often truly consider. Even the Captain, crew chief, chief, or whoever had to take advice and often contradictory advice, and muddle through using his balls, brains, butt, and elbow grease. Today is one of those days for me. Thankfully, no one will die if I mess up... though a bad tire can be dangerous on an 80 mph road.

Well, on to what I need to do. Though I think I am going to have one of those now cool remnant brots. Later.