When I got married I didn’t know how to cook. I wasn’t completely useless, it hardly ever happened but I could follow package instructions with decent results. When it came to real cooking, from scratch and winging it, that was not something I did or was interested in doing. We used to eat most of our meals at restaurants, occasionally hubby would cook and every once in a while we feasted on our family’s cooking. All those take-out and sit down meals in restaurants probably weren’t the most economical or waistline friendly, but we did enjoy them very much. We were young(er), newly married, childless, wild professionals enjoying the good life. Much of that still applies and we do still enjoy restaurants but just not at the rate we once did.
I am lucky that the man I married isn’t a macho man who expects me to do all the cooking and housework. For the first 7 years of our marriage hubby did all the cooking. Hubby’s cooking was great training for me, in fact he taught me a lot of what I know now. When he would cook for us I would sit in the kitchen watching him and occasionally helping out. It was not only a learning experience for me but something I really enjoyed. As he cooked dinner we enjoyed a drink and chatted about what ever was happening in our lives. My husband is a fantastic cook and I got to reap the rewards of his delicious cooking. Nowadays I do the majority of the cooking. Unfortunately our kitchen isn’t always big enough for one let alone two people. So the times we cook together are very few and far between.
Yesterday morning as I was preparing Joanie and Chachi’s breakfast hubby came into the kitchen to say he was making me breakfast. I was asked to leave the kitchen and not come back. So I did what I rarely do, obeyed, and left the kitchen. Some clattering and expletives could be heard coming from the kitchen (he doesn’t understand what I call kitchen organizing). A few minutes later he comes out with a fabulous looking omelette. I was so happy because hubby makes the best omelets in the world! Alongside my omelet I got perfect lightly toasted bread, just the way I like it, tea and orange juice. It all tasted fantastic and was a perfect breakfast. When I asked why I got an omelet for breakfast he said that I had mentioned a craving for one a couple of days ago. I had completely forgotten but my sweetheart did not.
The special treatment didn’t stop there. Nope, this chica also got dinner made for her. How special am I? Very. It just so happens that the dinner he choose is not only one of my favorite meals but also another food I’ve been craving. He made me or us another of his specialties, Grilled Bratwurst and Sauerkraut Sandwiches. These sausage sandwiches are so good that they turned me, someone who always hated sausages, into someone who craves these and often. Though I’ve had a good share of delicious Bratwurst in restaurants nothing compares to hubby’s Grilled Bratwurst and Sauerkraut Sandwiches. You really need to try them to see how amazing they taste.
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Hubby’s Grilled Bratwurst and Sauerkraut Sandwiches
1 med onion, cut into slivers
pack bratwurst, we used a 330 g or 7 small pack
1 pack of German style sauerkraut, drained
3 tsp brown Bavarian or German mustard
2 tbsp horseradish
Heat the oil and saute the onions until soft and translucent. Next add the drained sauerkraut, mustard and horseradish. Saute and stir frequently for about 8 minutes. Push the sauerkraut mix to the side and add the bratwurst. Cook until sausages are hot and cooked through.
Serve on a baguette or rolls, if desired spread extra mustard on bread. Serve alongside your favorite potatoes. (I’ll be sharing ours on Wednesday.)
I’m so lucky to have a husband who is not only my best friend but also one that can cook a mean Brat. Hehe. What can I say, he spoils me. Seriously he is a great cook and an even better husband. I hope you try his recipe soon. Tomorrow is our wedding anniversary and today is our little Joanie’s hatching day, she (or he, but more on that another time) is turning one. So happy anniversary to hubby and happy hatching day to Joanie.
Bratwurst and sandwiches are really hard to photograph. Have any tips for me?