Who Want's a Fattie

Très Dégueulasse,
Translation... very icky




We have been very busy lately getting ready for competitions and I have been neglecting the blog for a few weeks. With the association and the team in full swing, throw a trip to Mexico in there and our fans are the last to get my attention. So I have got one of those updates everybody likes... Me falling flat on my face…

May I present my first Fattie.

Now do not digress here, its not a big chick on a moped; this is sausage meat stuffed with high cholesterol artery hardening foods often wrapped in bacon and then slow smoked, seriously WTF... 

This is one of those things that just does not cross my mind to make. I understand the principle but I just have never engaged in it.

There are food porn sites that I sometime frequent that have the most incredibly revolting combinations of overindulgence you could imagine. There are things like deep fried Mars bars wrapped in thick slices of French toast covered in cheese curds and gravy, served on a crêpe and the smothered in chocolate sauce and whipped cream. 
 

It's like a car accident on the 401, you know you shouldn't look and you know it's going to be bad but you just have to look and then you’re sorry you did. 

Italian SausageWell we have to make a fattie for a competition in the United states and as much research you can do on the net, sometime it just does not work out.

I hand made our sausage meat with our traditional Italian blend and rolled it out in a large gallon zip bag to get it even and about the size of a piece of paper. Our filling would be roasted red peppers, caramelized smoked onions, cherry smoked bacon and creamy cheddar cheese. All rolled up tight and put on the smoker.
It went for the two hours at 220(f).

This was as falic as you can get.... argh argh
 
Cutting into our delight of indulgence was pitted with disaster, perhaps Velveeta cheese was not the best idea I had ever had. As soon as the pork fat hit the soft cheese it vaporized any thought of texture and turned my work into a molten pool of goo.

My thick manly fattie was now a floppy protrusion of impudent pork.


 

Nuff said...

Back to the drawing board...




Cheers from the Big Dog
 

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