I had a client in Hickory, North Carolina who is a supplier to the furniture manufacturing industry. I followed them from there from their humble beginnings in Newark, New Jersey and the expansion to this new facility was amazing. It allowed the owners to consolidate many of their operations under one roof and were 600 miles closer to their clients.
This move also meant that their immediate staff increased fivefold, especially in the front offices, where I did my computer magic thing. The new digs were great and included a dining area and full kitchen. Naturally, the cook in me was inspired despite being the one-man geek squad for their IT needs. On the final day of my visit, I said I would make lunch for the office as a thanks for their generous hospitality.
Now, for full disclosure, this was 1994 and I hadn’t been bit by the BBQ bug yet and my limited repertoire was mostly Italian cooking. So, I decided on making rigatoni and meatballs. While on this business trip, I set a personal best of having country ham somewhere in my last 7 meals and felt it was time to change it up a bit.
The aromas started wafting from the kitchen around 8:30am and as the office staff walked in, it was quite a pleasant surprise. I could see that as we got closer to lunchtime, I was going to have a lot of hungry mouths to feed.
After finishing the last of my coding work, I went to the kitchen to get the sauce finished, pasta cooked and serving plates filled. One by one, the staff streamed into the kitchen to partake in this feast. I felt that the closest to authentic Italian food some had tasted was at Olive Garden, so I really wanted to impress them.
The new receptionist was a tall girl, early 20′s and a newlywed. She could easily have been a model had she not chosen office work. She was standing in the reception area holding the bowl of pasta and meatballs and enjoying the homemade lunch.
(For dramatic effect, imagine her Southern belle accent.)
“Do all you guys cook like this?”, she asked.
“Not all, but a lot of us.”, I replied.
“Well, the next time I get married, it’s gonna be to one’a you eye-talians!”
I could only muster a polite smile and said “Thanks.”
I thought that maybe I should send her hubby the recipe to, one day, save his marriage.
Truth be told, I haven’t dabbled too much in Italian barbecue but that doesn’t mean that it will never happen. I’ll just save it for special times when it seems appropriate – like this.
Pork is a staple in great Italian sauces (yes, I call it sauce and not red gravy) and often, it’s sausage. Many people think of an Italian sausage hero with peppers and onions when visiting a boardwalk down the Jersey Shore (not the show) or some sort of carnival. Here is one way to add a nice twist to your sausage.
Set up your smoker with cherry wood for a medium-density smoke. I like cherry with sausage because it has a nice sweet compliment to any type of sausage but fee free to use your favorite wood. Place the sausage in the smoker for around 1 1/2 hours at 225F.
The best thing about smoking the sausage before adding it to your favorite recipe (or just making sausage hero sandwiches) is that unlike grilling or frying, the sausage casing stays intact and you have a super-flavorful, juicy sausage. Try some fresh smoked sausage in your next Italian dish and listen your family and guests rave.
Remember, barbecued sausage isn’t only for ‘eye-talians’.