A victim of the “Western” phase, 101 Ideas for a Quick and Easy Lunch printed by Oscar Mayer has hilarious and ridiculous names for every dish smooshed into its 8 pages. You will all remember the delicious Bologna Papooses from last year, which turned out to be a big hit. In fact, I think a few readers actually make them on a regular basis! So we were excited to dip back in and try and find something else that would be just as good.
We decided on Sausage and Vegetable Ranch Logs, which sounded a little strange and had a stupid name, which made them perfect.
What the…does anyone out there know what the heck a “Ranch Log” is supposed to be? The only thing I can think of is that it would look like the wooden logs that make up your ranch house, but that is stretching it.
Anyway, I forgot to buy the spinach, but I got the shoe string potatoes for our Western Feast. Ride ’em, cowboy! Or something!
Yummy. Blocks of meat.
So, the first issue I had was that I don’t have a sausage grinder. So, I decided to make use of my food processor to get the job done. Here is the bologna chunks and cabbage getting ready for the big grind.
Adding in the onion.
The chunks of liver sausage are added with the salt, pepper and nutmeg.
Whew doggies! We have a shapeless mass of goo!
Ok, I didn’t mean to process it to this state. I meant for it to be in chunks with the liver sausage blending everything together as a binder. But the liver sausage was very firm and didn’t want to bind to anything except itself. Sooo….overprocessed. Yeah.
Here are the disgusting little slugs…I mean…LOGS ready for the oven. Yech.
And here is the log fresh from the oven.
Huh. It didn’t say in the recipe that it would turn into one big log. Maybe it is supposed to be magic, like the fudge sauce in the bottom of Hot Fudge Pudding cake.
The Logs all plated up. They kind of look like fish fillets…scary fish fillets…
The first bite, down the hatch!
“So, are they good?”
“Uhhh…these aren’t the worst things we’ve eaten. But they are pretty bad.”
I took a bite. Ugh. He was right. They had a really weird flavor, probably the mix of cabbage and nutmeg, and it tasted like stinky gym socks. It was pretty disgusting.
“Give me that mustard,” Tom reached over my plate, “I am hungry and I have to drown out the taste of these things.”
The Verdict: Awful. I thought the downfall would be the overprocessing of the ingredients, but it turns out that if something tastes like gym socks it doesn’t matter what the texture is. Yuck.