Butternut squash hash with apples, sausage and kale. It’s a wish granting factory.
Anyone else having a real rough go at it this week? Are you high fiving and fist bumping Alexander and his terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day and saying things like , “Dude, Alexander. I getchya, smalls. Give me some skin,” even though it’s kind of strange (yet strangely gratifying) to high five/fist bump any person – fictional or otherwise – for having a crap day/week?
Blame it on the four day weekend. Blame it on the holidays. Blame Murphy’s Law. Blame Montezuma’s revenge. Blame Canada. <- inappropriate and erroneous.
Anyhoo, the struggle is real after tasting freedom for four days.We may have gum in our hair, but we can take extreme measures to make things right again. Like put four pounds of pork butt in the crock pot and.just.walk.away, bake every single Christmas cookie plus all the cookies that aren’t Christmas-esque, eat six breakfasts, add extra butter to our bulletproof coffee, and when things get real dark: Muse Pandora Radio.
It’s okay to cry in public.
Friends, I did have every intention of baking you paleo cranberry sauce bread to continue the Recycle Thanksgiving Leftovers saga, but I epic failed at it. Like, I began baking the bread at 5:30am-ish yesterday (foolhardy, I know), realized halfway through that it just.wasn’t.going.to.work, began adding ALLTHETHINGS to try to fix the situation, and ended up with a chocolate gingerbread moosh with cranberry undertones/overtones/what-the-eff-tones, that really just tasted like gaaaaahbage.
That’s what you get when you bake at the devil’s hour after a four-day freedom fest. Ohhhh I didn’t throw the bread away, pshaw, no, no. I put it with all the other epic paleo bread fails: in the freezer…never to be seen again…because that’s what you do when you don’t want to take ownership of waste. You freeze it. So I encourage – nay, implore – you to imagine cranberry sauce bread and how it would taste like sweet, sweet, tangy, sweet surrender. Are you imagining it? Are you eating the bread right next to Peter Pan and the Lost Boys with the rest of the imaginary foods? Good…cause I ain’t re-making it. Sorry.
BUTYOUGUYS enough of the doom and gloom talk, because we’re fixing all the things by eating six breakfasts (slash Muse Pandora radio), and this hash eeeeeaasily, comfortably feeds 6 to 100. So just eat the whole dang thing.
I’m pretty fond of breakfast hashes. They’re an excellent mosaic of meat and vegetables on your breakfast plate, and you can runny yolk them to high heaven if you please. The butternut squash and apple combination has been slapping me silly this year. Like, I love it. Which brings me to my next point: apples in our hash. It may sound odd, but you guys, it.just.works. I used turkey breakfast sausage and added kale to this, because duh.
Hash on this with a side of imaginary cranberry sauce bread.