Tofurkey calls it a sausage. I call it a brat. But despite the fact that we’ve been eating them for years, when YA went to the store last week, she came home without them because I had written “brats” on the list and the product on the shelf said “sausage”. Sigh.
I grew up without sausage or brats. Bacon and hot dogs were our porks of choice; I don’t know why. I actually had never even heard of a brat until I was married and moved to Milwaukee. By that time I was a vegetarian so never delved too deeply but has always seemed to me that a brat is just a fat hot dog. Go ahead… pile on.
Tofurkey’s Italian sausage is a brat to me, because if it were sausage, in my world it would be smaller and something I might have for breakfast. But according to YA she didn’t put it in the basket because it didn’t say brat. I won’t say we actually argued about this, but it was the first time in a long while that I’ve gotten to roll MY eyes.
Is a hot dog in a bun a sandwich?