Quotes About Sausage

They started inviting me into the Messina Club at Tenth and Tasker, which is a members-only joint where you get the best sausage and peppers you ever ate. You'd play cards there; just hang out without the public citizens being at the next table. It's still there, and it still has the best sausage and peppers in all of South Philly. A

Russell had not been coming to Philly just for prosciutto bread and sweet and hot sausage from Roselli's, not even extra-hot sausage. He had business interests with Angelo Bruno, their own kind of business. And

I found university a little dispiriting. I thought I would enter the great halls of Plato, but instead I entered the halls of an intellectual sausage factory. I wanted to do something not on the main course, and chose the environment.

That's called a microphone. It's a big sausage that picks up everything you say - and you're starting early.

When you see results, you start to wonder, 'What would happen if I had oatmeal instead of sausage for breakfast?' You start to eat better because you feel better.

sautéed hot Italian sausage with brown mushrooms, minced garlic, stewed tomatoes, fresh basil leaves, dried oregano, and scallion greens. I added cayenne and red wine at the end and let the sauce simmer down into a gravy while I boiled water and then cooked the vermicelli pasta. I should have used Parmesan but

haunches, looking dejected. "Where's the other monkey?" I asked him. Carl looked up. The monkey was in a tree. "What's he doing there?" Carl shrugged. "This was a stupid idea," I said to Diesel. "Yeah, but at least you walked off your sausage-and-egg sandwich. It would have gone straight to your ass." "I'm going back to Gail's house, and then

I know how to make sausage, and now that I've seen how laws are made, I'll stick with sausage.

I think it's odd when people say jeans are comfortable, because to me, they feel like sausage casings.

I suppose you haven't breakfasted?" "I have not yet breakfasted." "Won't you have an egg or something? Or a sausage or something? Or something?" "No, thank you." She spoke as if she belonged to an anti-sausage society or a league for the suppression of eggs.

I suppose you haven't breakfasted?" "I have not yet breakfasted." "Won't you have an egg or something? Or a sausage or something? Or something?" "No, thank you." She spoke as if she belonged to an anti-sausage society or a league for the suppression of eggs. There was a bit of a silence.

Portage." Vivian wrinkles her nose. "It sounds like—oh, I don't know—a pie made of sausage.

I used to help my granddaddy make sausage. He would mix it up in a cleaned-out washtub with his hands, no gloves. Man, if we did anything like that today, they would jack the jail up and throw us under it.

At one point in the mid-Eighties I shared a promoter with the Smiths. One night, we were sitting backstage when Morrissey burst in, utterly distraught, sobbing his heart out. Turns out someone had thrown a sausage at him on stage during 'Meat Is Murder.'

Tramp Soup (Potato Soup) (contributed by Diana Miller) 1 pound sausage 1 onion, finely diced 5 to 6 potatoes, peeled and cubed 2 stalks diced celery Salt and pepper 1-1.5 quarts milk Brown sausage with onion and celery. Drain. Add cubed potatoes and just enough water to cook potatoes until soft, not much. Add milk when potatoes are soft or until it is the consistency you would like. Sometimes I add cream to make it richer. Serves about 6.

Then I think I turn your nose into a sausage and escape back into the sea.

Meine Wurst!" Better your sausage than your life, man!

The bottom line is that Germany is still an underappreciated food country. Furthermore, buying bread, cheese, and especially sausage in the supermarket will almost certainly not be disappointing. The best ethnic food in Germany is often from groups that don't make their way in very large numbers to the United States.

Rusty just about went into seizures over the egg and sausage smell, so I ordered him one, too.

Jerry hesitated. She said, "But Rudge, you ought to go—if they want you, I mean." "Not me," replied Rudge, taking another mouthful of sausage. "Why should I go? It ain't my war. I never wanted war with the Germans." "Nobody wanted war!" cried Jerry. "Why did they 'ave it then? They won't get me for cannon fodder," said Rudge with a grin.

Morning, sausage

How do you make a sausage roll? ... Roll it down a hill!

At least she'd finally figured out why the green leggings she wore were called tights. It was because they were tight. Extremely tight. So very tight that she felt like a sausage about to split open on a blazing hot barbecue grill.

I'll leave it to you, Sassenach, he said dryly, to imagine what it feels like to arrive unexpectedly in the midst of a brothel, in possession of a verra large sausage.