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I like to quote Pulp Fiction to explain my eating habits:

“…my girlfriend’s a vegetarian. Which more or less makes me a vegetarian, but I sure love the taste of a good burger.”

So when I do eat meat, I make it count. Luckily, I now live within cycling distance of Central Market, but I still don’t have a basket to haul groceries home, so my brats rolled with me in the Buick this time. CM makes their bratwursts spicy with big chunks of chicken and pork.

Sigh, they’re breathtaking…

I had one in the fridge and decided I’d better cook it up soon. About halfway through, I started thinking about something on the side. I noticed a box of baby spinach, a pint of blueberries, and some leftover vinho verde (the one with the crab on it, it’s delicious). Once the sausage was done I put it on a plate, poured the excess grease from the pan and threw in the berries with a splash of wine. I threw the greens in last, tossed it around, and I grabbed the camera to do my best Smitten Kitchen impression.