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I love to cook, but my kitchen is cozy at best, and on most days, it is cramped and cluttered with dirty dishes. As a result, I tend to live off of not particularly wholesome dinners of tuna on rye and spinach salad and the like. Things took a turn for the better on Wednesday though because a snow day is always a good excuse to waste more time than you in fact have. Inspired by Anthony Sedlak, I made a somewhat decent dinner that took about an hour from cutting board to dinner plate.

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Ingredients:

  • 5 medium-ish yukon golds
  • two cooking onions
  • 500 g spicy Italian sausage (traditionally raised pork)
  • as much spinach as you like
  • olive oil
  • coarse sea salt and fresh ground pepper

On to the cooking!

  1. Preheat the oven to 450 F.
  2. Wash and scrub your spuds, make generous cubes out of them. Toss them into a baking pan and then coat them with olive oil, season with salt and pepper. Put them into the oven for 10 odd minutes or so.
  3. In the meantime, roughly chop up your onions and cut the sausage into fair chunks.
  4. When the potatoes are on their way to golden (after the first ten minutes), give them a toss in the pan, add the onions and sausage and put everything back in the oven for another 20 minutes.
  5. Everything should be carmelised and delicious after this second bout in the oven. Grab a plate, make a bed of greens with some spinach (I always have 1 kg of the pre-washed baby stuff on hand because I’m lazy), and load up on things from the oven.

This is a ridiculously simple dinner and isn’t that deadly. It may be a little heavy on the sodium and saturated fat, but since I can’t be bothered with meat most of the time anyway, a little sausage is all right with me. It’s also great in the sense that it requires minimal supervision. I played 3 battles in Warsong Gulch, won 2 of them, and lost the third narrowly, while making and waiting for this dinner. I even cleaned up in time to get to a philosophy debate at 7, when I’d started dinner at 5. Of course, I had to sacrifice the shower I kind of needed to actually get to Stirling Hall and later regretted it, but that’s another story…

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