My husband, Dick doesn't really cook. He's a great guy, but doesn't know much about cooking or anything included in cooking. You will find as I write blogs now and in the future, that he is a klutz. I don't know what else to name his problem. I never know what he will do when I ask him to do something for me. This time we both were in the kitchen. I was cooking at the stove and he was in front of the sink. I asked him if he would kindly rinse the raw polish sausage off for me. He said fine. I turned around and much to my chagrin, he dunked the sausage into the soapy dishwater and was swooshing it around.
I was aghast, took the sausage, rinsed it off with clear water, cooked it and then ate it. It was the cleanest sausage we ever had.
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