Background: Great recipes are born when
Big Daddy Necessity takes Mama Opportunity out for a night on the town, gets
her drunk, then seduces her back to his room to watch “Fern Gully.” I heard
some serious bed-squeaking going on in my Croc-Pot last night, so I knew that
today would birth a glorious recipe (don’t worry about how pregnancy works in
this ridiculous abstract world I’ve created. This isn’t fucking “Inception.” I
wrote this post in 10 minutes because I was bored. Deal with it). Anywho, I had
a monstrous can of red beans that I wanted to cook up so I invented this
recipe. Enjoy!
Ingredients:
1 large can of red beans. I’d say around 24 ounces, but
larger works too. You could also get two small cans if you don’t understand
economies of scale.
½ a can of corn (I would estimate this at around 1 ear of
corn)
3 sausages, any type. I used spicy chicken, I would imagine
kielbasa could also taste good.
2 red peppers
2 cloves of garlic. I would have used more but I was
stealing them from Robby and felt bad taking more.
2 sweet onions.
Spices
I don’t claim to be a food expert. You can really throw anything in. Here’s what I used. I don’t have quantities because I don’t measure – I cook on raw instinct and talent. My kitchen presence is a whirlwind of raw emotion and profanity.
I don’t claim to be a food expert. You can really throw anything in. Here’s what I used. I don’t have quantities because I don’t measure – I cook on raw instinct and talent. My kitchen presence is a whirlwind of raw emotion and profanity.
Thyme
Salt
Oregano
Chili Powder
Paprika
BBQ Sauce
Cumin
I also would have used Cajun seasoning, but we didn’t have
any.
Directions:
Seriously? You need directions? If something’s too big, chop
it up. If it’s too small, you’re screwed. If it’s the right size, toss it in.
If it’s a spice, dump it in. Don’t worry about cutting yourself, because chicks
dig scars/ moody guys with dark pasts.
Serving Instructions:
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