This past Friday, my friends Marshall, Buschy, and Leonard made the trip to Philly so that we could attend game 5 of the Flyers vs. Sabres. Buschy grew up in Buffalo and we have made multiple pilgrimages to the birthplace of the buffalo wing over the past few years. I was excited to have them all in town to visit some of my favorite bars and food spots.
Between their arrival at 5PM on Friday and going to sleep way past my bedtime, we consumed wings from Tangier, miscellaneous hot dogs and pretzels at the game, an assortment of bar snacks at Bob and Barbaras, cheesesteaks from Pats and Genos, and far too many domestic beers. Made for a pleasant morning.
In the AM while everyone was preparing to head back to their respective cities and families, Marshall and I made plans to cook food together at his house in New Jersey. We settled on an Iron Chef format and, despite the bloated stomachs and intestinal distress from the previous 16 hours, Marshall chose sausage as the secret ingredient. Not his finest decision but it definitely had the makings of an A DB blog entry.
On the drive up I settled on making Scotch eggs, something I had never done before and only had once in a restaurant. Will give more details on those later. Kristi decided on serving mini bruscetta with a mixture of sausage, apple, onion, and a little crumbled cheddar. Brother Tim’s entry was a mystery, but I knew he would be gunning to big time everyone with something elaborate. Marshall likely chose the ingredient so he could do something with the sausages we brought him from the Italian Market a few weeks ago.
Kristi started her entry first since we arrived at around 5 PM hungry for an appetizer. She started out by carmelizing some onions in a hot sautee pan before adding sage flavored Jimmy Dean.
After the sausage browned a bit, she added a few chopped green apples, a little salt, and let the mixture cook down.
Once fully cooked, Kristi plated them on thin pieces of baguette with a little crumble of sharp cheddar on top of each.
These were good, the apple added a touch of tart sweetness that cut the richness of the sausage and made for a good opener to our night.
Shortly after we finished the majority of that platter, Tim strode confidently into the house smelling faintly of hickory smoke and carrying a tin foil covered dish containing this:
Apparently, these things are nicknamed “dragon turds” or “armadillo eggs”. I had never heard of them, but it consists of a jalapeno, stuffed with cream cheese, wrapped in spicy sausage, and cooked in a smoker. Well then.
Tim arrived with these fully cooked but was nice enough to take a few pictures during the process. He apparently visited a few Latin supermarkets Saturday morning and ended up with some fresh jalapenos, chorizo and Honduran sausage. From there, he cored the jalapenos and stuffed with seasoned cream cheese.
From there, each jalapeno was wrapped completely with sausage and put into Tim’s smoker for an hour and a half over hickory and mesquite chips.
Back to Marshall’s house. Tim reheated the fully cooked dragon turds in the oven and sliced them up for everyone to eat. Really hate how unappetizing the previous sentence sounds because they were actually pretty good.
Marshall called these one of the more delicious things he’d ever eaten, but like everything else served that night, we hit our limit very quickly. After your 3rd or 4th slice, the flavors got to be almost too much, particularly for the ones wrapped in Honduran sausage.
The best ones were the chorizo since the hickory flavor didn’t make them overpoweringly smokey, the combined spice of the sausage and the peppers wasn’t too strong, and you could taste the sweetness of the pepper. Overall, very cool food item to try for the first time.
Now, onto the Scotch eggs. A Scotch egg is an egg wrapped in sausage and deep fried. I had to do a little research in advance, primarily on how to hard boil the eggs to the texture I wanted. Specifically, I wanted a hard boiled white that would stay together through peeling while keeping the yolk runny. I ended up putting them into a pot of boiling water for exactly 8 minutes and completely cooling them in ice water before peeling.
I put the peeled eggs in the fridge for an hour to make sure they were completely cooled and wouldn’t cook through in the next stage.
After an hour watching the Blazers 4th quarter comeback, having some Shiner Bocks, and eating some cheese, it was time to start cooking. I turned the heat on a pot of vegetable oil for frying and started wrapping each egg in sausage.
The wrapping was easier than I thought it would be, which Tim concurred with from his dish. I thought it would stick to my fingers more than the egg, but that wasn’t the case.
I learned a good tip online for how to test if oil is ready for frying since I never have a thermometer and always jump the gun. If you throw a scrap of bread in and it turns brown in about a minute, its ready. On the second test, it appeared our oil was ready so I started final prep.
On the left is an egg beaten with some worcestershire sauce for binding and flavor; on the right is a bowl of plain breadcrumbs mixed with a good amount of salt and black pepper. The sausage wrapped eggs were rolled in the beaten egg and covered completely in the breadcrumbs.
Then into the fryer.
After five minutes of frying, I ended up with this:
I was extremely anxious at this point. I had a plan in place to cut each egg in half and devil the yolks if they had cooked all the way through. But when I cut into the eggs, it was a miracle. A chubby person miracle.
I was very, very happy with how these came out. As Tim said, it was like a condensed version of breakfast.
The crunchiness of the sausage and breadcrumb coating was a nice texture contrast for the soft egg. Plus, the salt and pepper from the outside was the right amount for the unseasoned egg. Really good.
And with a few more lamb sausages that Marshall cooked, we were all sausaged out. Luckily he paired that with salad and roasted cauliflower, two of the most welcomed dishes of the night. After eating, we sat around stuffed watching hockey and playing with Marshall and Kim’s two week old daughter Cameron. We also watched jealously as Marshall burped her and wished we could resolve our horrifying indigestion in the same manner.
And there you have it, very fun night and enough saturated fats to last a few lifetimes. No idea what will be up next for this blog but will come up with something.