New Year’s Resolutions Insult My Intelligence

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Buy your gym membership today and don’t forget to stock up on protein shakes and other expensive supplements. (Photo credit: trcanje)

New Year’s Day (n): Conveniently situated right after a monthlong sequence of gluttonous holidays, it’s the world’s most lucrative advertising opportunity for gyms, Weight Watchers, diet pills, and exercise equipment.  It happens far enough in advance of Valentine’s Day candy for people to forget how quickly their new year’s resolution dies every year.

Blogger’s note: walking or jogging in the park costs nothing even though fresh air may be hazardous to your health.  The trees won’t judge you if you move slowly…

If the Bratwurst Ain’t Deep Fried, It Insults My Intelligence

In our diet-obsessed culture, the mere mention of bratwurst normally gives people stomach convulsions.  If you listen closely, you can probably hear the collective squirming of my readers’ gastrointestinal systems.

And there’s nothing quite like that sound to whet your appetite.

Deep Fried Bratwurst Wrapped in Bacon Chili Dog

This isn’t my version of deep fried bratwurst, but it’s the best picture I could find. (Photo credit: lysinewf)

When you read “deep fried bratwurst,” you probably thought of the heart attack on a bun in the picture.  You see, I care about health and authenticity.  Deep fried bratwurst is supposed to be healthy and German.  And let’s face it: the chili ain’t exactly German… although I’ve had chili in Germany and it’s not too bad if you aren’t expecting anything spicy.  (However, you should steer clear of the “curry.”  It resembles applesauce.  And the currywurst is a wiener with “curry.”  Yum!)

But I digress.  Let’s get us a pic of a typical German bratwurst.

Thüringer Bratwurst

This bratwurst brings back memories. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Notice the nice dark color and lack of breading.  The bun, as usual, is undersized by American standards but it allows the discerning glutton to appreciate the bratwurst in its bratwursty goodness without the interference of bread.  The bun makes a nice handle, though, and is rather tasty too.  The mustard, on the other hand, is an oddity within German culture because it’s spicy.  In Germany, an overabundance of parsley might be considered overly spicy, so the mustard will shock your system if you’ve been there longer than a few days.

However, you didn’t visit this post to read about mustard.  So let’s talk wurst.  I’ve had them grilled, smoked, and boiled in various liquids (beer, etc) in Germany and all forms tasted most excellent.  Unfortunately, American bratwursts don’t stack up to their German counterparts and this becomes especially conspicuous when you’re feeling lazy and try to cook them in a frying pan.  The reason Germans can eat so much sausage and remain thinner, on the whole, than Americans comes partly from the fact they use lean meat.  The symphony of grease that passes for German food in the U.S. pales in comparison.

I shall skip over the gratuitous flabby wiener jokes.  You’re welcome.

So how do you improve these lesser goods, other than by going to a specialty butcher?  (I highly recommend the specialty butcher, by the way.  Their stuff is better and cheaper, at least at the one near me.)    Deep fry the suckers!  I like to fill a saucepan with vegetable oil (because it’s cheap and less unhealthy than lard) until it’s an inch or two deep.  It saves oil because I’m cheap and unemployed and it suffices.  The bratwurst goes naked into the hot oil and comes out after spending 5-7 minutes on each side.  It comes out dark brown, almost with a crust on the outside, and healthy by bratwurst standards.   It’s kind of like a supermodel in a tanning bed, but without the healthful connotations.  You can put the bratwurst (not the supermodel) on a plate, cut it into pieces, eat it, and notice that the bratwurst leaves no oily residue.  Your arteries will thank you.

So finally you may be wondering why I’ve skipped over this minor detail:

Thüringer Rostbratwürste

Spiffy!  (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’ve never seen anyone cook bratwurst in leather, unless you count the grillmaster’s shoes.  However, it’s quite the fashion statement and it would go over interestingly at the next county fair.  Give it a shot!

Drumming Up Business Insults My Intelligence

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(Photo credit: j l t)

I would like to take a moment to inform you that funerals suck, although not as much as dying, I suppose.

There was a death this week caused by a massive heart attack.  The whole thing reminded me a of a catalog I had recently received in the mail for some reason.  I don’t remember the company’s name but it specialized in products for larger-than-average people.  I only saw the cover and it featured some products that could be useful.  There was the plus-size clothing (a necessity for overweight people who don’t want to walk around naked), oversized chairs with extra weight capacity, and a triple-basket deep fryer.

Yeah, an oversized deep fryer for fat people.  Normally I’d gripe about the stereotyping but I think I’d rather nail the company for trying to drum up business.  If all those overweight people buy the deep fryer, they’re going to need to buy additional oversized products.  If they buy the more sensible vegetable steamer (which wasn’t advertised on the cover and probably wasn’t in the catalog), the company can lose some customers.

Fortunately, I think vegetable steamers sell better these days than triple-basket deep fryers.  The people buying the deep fryers probably don’t need vegetables because they are vegetables, or will become vegetables (or vegetable food) soon enough.