Killer Bratwurst

Cooking is tricky work. Especially if you are my husband. Yesterday, being the good hubby he is, decided he would make leftovers for the Dog and myself. 

"What would he eat?" I wondered. Usually, it is some strange combination of leftover foods that no one would ever dare touch. Or his standby, spaghetti and ketchup. Ugh. I suppose tacos mixed with chicken a la king doesn't sound as bad as that.


I must be honest, I wasn't very concerned. The Hubby can fend for himself and really, I looked forward to sitting on my assets for a while. Then came the smell. 

Putrid, fatty, dead animal kind of smell. Putrid sums it up. I rush to the kitchen, scared to see what he exposed my dear Dog to. "Brats, honey. What's the big deal?" he innocently replied. Confusion mounting, I turn to the kitchen table and see three plates with food on them. The third plate looked like something out of Alien.

You see, this was no ordinary bratwurst. It was black, the casing bursting and grease oozing out of it, the insides squeezing out. Oh, I have heard of light black brats, but never had seen them or smelled them. Beige, light brown, dark brown, ones with green flecks, ones with red flecks; my hubs has eaten them all and they didn't gross me out like the smell of the black one. I can only imagine the look of terror and disgust that was on my face. I think there was a green fog of stench in the room, but maybe it was me trying to keep from fainting. Time stopped for Hubby; he was waiting for my eventual explosion.


"Open the windows, get those into the garage, what is IN THERE, I can't even look at them, oh god, it is going to REEK UPSTAIRS!" I wailed. Hubby ate quickly and turned on the fan. The Dog was cutely asking what were those things. I hid in my bedroom until the stink was gone. 

After I calmed down, ate my dinner in the bedroom, and things were sort of back to normal, I thought of friends who lived in Germany for a year or so. I heard such exciting stories of town festivals and such and I wanted to go there too. 


Now, I just don't know.





*this is obviously just a funny (or scary depending on your point of view) story. Germany does not have brat problems. That I know of.
*there are no pictures to this post. I thought you would appreciate that.