Many thanks to Kim (@kimberlygirling) for her guest posts on The Hot Dog Blog! Her contributions are of the same reason I began this blog in the first place; to celebrate and share a love for summer's greatest treat! Here is the final post of her four-part series:
Manitoba Hutterite-style
Here's me on Easter weekend, 2011, at my parent's house in Winnipeg. Traditionally on Easter weekend, Winter-peg still has a thick layer of snow, and we use the holiday as an excuse to eat massive amounts of turkey, sip a stiff drink, and gripe about how we're dying for winter to end. But this year, Winnipeg experienced an unexpected spring heat wave, which allowed us to sit out on the backyard deck for lunch.
Being the hot dog loving family that we are, my mom suggested that we BBQ up a couple 'dogs to pair with a cool beer in the sunshine (that lady should be known for her great ideas). She emerged from the house with a huge package of long, slender sausages, swooning, "Ohhhh we should try some of theeeese." These delicious little beauties were a recent purchase from a neighbouring Manitoba Hutterite community (the communal, anabaptist sect that do a lot of farming in MB) and the same people who often sell us delicious whole chickens, hand sewn moccasins and the most delicious jams you'll ever taste. The hot dogs sizzled on the barbeque, and their crispy outer layer lent itself to a sweet, juicy core.
Maybe it's just my warm heart for Winnipeg, maybe it was the unexpected sun, but Oh! Hometown Manitoba pork sausage just always tastes a little better to me....
Manitoba Hutterite-style
Here's me on Easter weekend, 2011, at my parent's house in Winnipeg. Traditionally on Easter weekend, Winter-peg still has a thick layer of snow, and we use the holiday as an excuse to eat massive amounts of turkey, sip a stiff drink, and gripe about how we're dying for winter to end. But this year, Winnipeg experienced an unexpected spring heat wave, which allowed us to sit out on the backyard deck for lunch.
Being the hot dog loving family that we are, my mom suggested that we BBQ up a couple 'dogs to pair with a cool beer in the sunshine (that lady should be known for her great ideas). She emerged from the house with a huge package of long, slender sausages, swooning, "Ohhhh we should try some of theeeese." These delicious little beauties were a recent purchase from a neighbouring Manitoba Hutterite community (the communal, anabaptist sect that do a lot of farming in MB) and the same people who often sell us delicious whole chickens, hand sewn moccasins and the most delicious jams you'll ever taste. The hot dogs sizzled on the barbeque, and their crispy outer layer lent itself to a sweet, juicy core.
Maybe it's just my warm heart for Winnipeg, maybe it was the unexpected sun, but Oh! Hometown Manitoba pork sausage just always tastes a little better to me....
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