Here’s the deal. I give you this recipe, you gotta give me something in return. We’re not talking like, a handshake and a high-five here. This is too good. Your gratitude must be measured in sexual favors and hymns sung to my nascent godhood. I want blowjobs from celestial figures. I want a pegasus made of chocolate and gold. I want a leprechaun I can saddle up and ride across all the world’s rainbows.
You want this recipe, you gotta pony up. This is quid pro quo, Clarice.
You will literally have to dance for your dinner on this one. You will also have to kill for your dinner. Upon the completion of you reading this recipe, you will receive a list of all those who have ever slighted me.
What I’m trying to say is, damn did I make a kick-ass macaroni and cheese the other night.
Here’s the sitch.
I thought, “Mmm, macaroni and cheese.” I have a recipe I use, and lo, it is good. But then I thought, “What would make this recipe double-awesome? What would make this recipe do keg-stands on my taste-buds? Sausage.” And then I was like, “Ha ha, it’s going to be a real sausage party in this kitchen!” And then I was like, “Hey, I should really zip up my pants and get my manhood out of the lunchmeat drawer.” And then I was like, “Ha ha, lunchmeat. That’s what I’ll call my penis from now on! Lunchmeat!”
Then I high-fived a ghost.
I went to the local butcher (Saylor’s, Hellertown) and bought their psycho-delicious Provolone and broccoli rabe sausage. You may buy whatever sausage tickles the reptilian pleasure centers of your brain.
With this mac-n-chee recipe, you have to do a bunch of things at once. I hope you played a lot of video games as a kid and are subsequently good at multitasking.
We’re going to start with the sausage.
Brown it on both sides in a hot pan. Five minutes or so on each. I used just under a pound of the stuff.
Then, normally, you would finish the sausage by pouring in a half-cup or so of water into the skillet, and then let the water cook the sausage. Except, I had a different idea.
In the fridge lurked about 1/4 cup each of chicken broth and veggie broth that I had to use up. I thought, “Hey, those are liquidy. I use those, maybe the Flavor Gods will shine down upon this pan with their favor.” So, instead of using water, I poured the remainder of the broth in with the sausage.
I let that start to cook down for about 20 minutes or so, turning the sausage every five minutes.
About halfway through (10 minute mark, in case your math skills are that of a mule-kicked billy goat), I put just a splash of water — maybe 1/4 cup. Probably not even that.
Meanwhile, time to cook your pasta. Despite this being called macaroni and cheese, you don’t actually need to use macaroni. Don’t be pinned down by such Draconian thought. Express yourself with some fusili or some bow-tie pasta. Someone tells you that you have to use macaroni, call them a “food racist” and then stab them in the kidneys with a carrot peeler.
While the water is boiling, might I recommend you grate some cheese?
The cheese combination you choose is up to you, but I like a good mild white cheese paired with a strong, assertive “kick to your reproductive widgets” cheese.
In this case, I used 8 oz of colby longhorn, and 8 oz. of Beemster, which is really just a brand of kick-ass Gouda. You could also go with Prima Donna, which is fuuu-huuu-huuuu-cking phenomenal. You can tell how good it is by all the extra syllables I had to jam into the word “fucking.”
Anyway, grate that stuff up, set it aside.
By now, pasta should be boiling. Boil it. Boil it like you’re boiling the flesh off a severed head.
Mmm. Human head cheese. But that’s not in this recipe, so shut up, you pesky cannibal.
While the pasta is boiling and your sausage is almost done cooking (cook to 160 degrees internal, which is the temperature necessary to kill off, I dunno, syphilis and Space AIDS or whatever), it is time to attend to your cheese sauce. You were thinking, “But I just attended to the cheese!” and I’m like, “Whose recipe is this?” And then you complain and whine some more, and I am forced to spray you with bear mace.
Here’s what you do with the cheese sauce.
First, a roux. You know what a roux is, right? Goddamn you try my patience. Were you born this way, or did your parents feed you drain cleaner or something? Dang. Roux = flour + fat in equal proportion. Adds thickener, adds flavor. Just like elk semen. Except, the guy who sold me my elk semen, well, he was arrested. Not coincidentally, he was arrested for chasing down elk and molesting them.
Anyway, roux: 3 TBsp melted butter (clarified helps but is not necessary), 3TBsp flour. Cook it over medium heat for 3-5 minutes, until it turns golden, or “blond.”
Add into that: 2 cups of milk.
And 4 oz. of cream cheese.
Whisk like you’re trying to conjure a tropical cyclone.
Now, here is the piece de resistance. I don’t actually know what that means. “Piece of resistance?” What the fuck is that? Let’s revise, because, y’know, psshhh, the French.
“Now, here is the piece de awesomesauce.”
Anyway, remember that sausage you were cooking? Remember that broth? By now, that should’ve reduced down to about a 1/4 cup of meaty brothy saucey, erm, sauciness. Here, then, is where happy accidents can sometimes help change a meal: I was going to dump that stuff. Just dump it right out. But I thought, “Well, let’s see what it tastes like.” Took the back of a spoon, pressed it into the reduction, then tasted it.
I immediately shellacked my pants with joy. Liquid joy.
I thought, “Hell with it,” and I dumped that into the cheese sauce.
This is the best mistake I ever made. Except for that time when I went to my ex-wife’s Christmas party and saved her and her co-workers from a handful of German “terrorists.”
Put cheese sauce on low, cook till thick(er).
Now: cut up the sausage into little “sausage coins.”
Ding! Pasta’s done. Good, because all this talk of elk semen and German terrorism has made me hungry!
Real quick: getcher oven going at 350.
Get a casserole dish. (Did you know that on the FX airing of Pineapple Express, they exchanged the word “asshole” with “casserole?” That’s kind of awesome.) What size? 9 x 13.
Pour the pasta in there.
Pour the sausage coins in there.
Pour the thickened cheese sauce over it.
Dump in all that grated cheese.
Stir gently (lest you fling goopy pasta overboard).
Then, top with one sleeve of pulverized butter crackers. I don’t use Ritz because I am now a High Fructose Corn Syrup Nazi. I go with the Pepperidge Farms ones that look like butterflies. Added bonus, it makes me feel like a powerful monster, crushing poor little butterflies between my godlike palms.
Into the oven goes the dish (uncovered) for 20 minutes.
Take it out.
Roll your eyes in pleasure.
Then go and build a temple to my glory. Tear out your eyes with a melon-baller. Fill the sockets with cheese sauce. Become my oracle. Prophesy the doom of all who oppose me. Sing prayers to my neverending divinity with your moist, tongueless mouth. The End.
17 responses to “Macaroni + Cheese + Sausage = You Building Temples To Me And My Glory”
In my house, mac & cheese always involves sausage. Often andouille. And diced onions and red peppers.
All hail the sausage!
This seems like a great recipe to use to celebrate my return to omnivoreism after 2 years of no meat.
A return to omnivorism with this recipe would do me great honor.
I have a Mac and Cheese recipe that is a sort of mutant hybrid of the Mac and Cheese my mother makes, Alton Brown’s, and my own insane brain. I have read many recipes suggesting the adding of stuffs to Mac and Cheese, but I’ve honestly never tried for some reason or another.
Now, the best Mac and Cheese I ever had, which I may try to recreate using the divine method (yours), was one that had Andouille Sausage to it. Basically Creole Mac and Cheese. It is not, however, for the weak of stomach. Andouille is powerful stuff. Especially if, like me, you already add some cayenne to your mac and cheese.
OK, first off, we don’t explain ROUX to people. We hunt down people who don’t know what roux is and we hang them naked in chains from the rafters in the outbuilding on the back of Matt McBride’s property, the one where he keeps the Stihl, and then we make that weird half soweeee, half wolf howl call that summons him from his desk. Then we run because we don’t want to be around for the rest of that.
I’ve been messing aournd with roux-based cheesy pastas for years, and am also a true believer in preserving the meat juice secured from cooking sausage or pretty much any other meat product. When I was a kid and my mom would make, like, big-ass steaks or a roast or anything that produced a broiler pan bottom full of glorious hot meat cum, she used to drop slices of bread in there, put the broiler pan on the stove top, and kind of fry them up. Soaky Bread she called it. I empty my seed in gleeful rememberance. So yeah, never throw out your Precious Meatily Fluids — did you know that’s what Sterling Hayden was really SUPPOSED to say in Dr. Strangelove? The government stepped in, afraid the commies would learn the secret to America’s manly vitality.
But this sounds good. I will try this. And one day son, I may share the secret recipe for Jack Bauer Pasta, which is a sort of fettucine alfredo, except manly enough to deserve the Jack moniker, and also it will make you talk in the raspy threatening voice for a while, at least if you do it right.
Damn you and all your cheese-eating kind.
I mean this in only the nicest way, of course.
You know, I can only ever call recipes “entertaining reads” when they’re from you, Chuck. I’m making this shit for my family sometime soon.
Insane truth!: Whilst you were posting this I was at the grocery store contemplating an equally devilish mac & cheese (with whole wheat penne, though) and kielbasa. Because I’m Ukrainian. We must have been separated at your mom’s house. Or birth. Or snow does this to people.
Insane query!: How do you broth a vegetable and what is it doing in your fridge?
Thanks for the tips. Though, I can already rock & roux.
Veggie broth? A standard mirepoix type thing (carrots, onion, celery) cooked in water will make a broth. You can add other veggies, too, to get their goodness.
But, like w/chicken or beef broth, you can just buy veggie stock/broth in the store.
And it’s the snow that does this to our brains.
Looking forward to your kielbasa goodness!
Been married 13 years and I still haven’t perfected the blowjob…and I ain’t wanting any practice, either…so-I’m taking the damn recipe and giving you nothing in return because that, sir, is how I work. Oh-and I’m a huge fan of sausage! I mean…Macaroni and Cheese.
Sounds very tasty. That sausage sounds really awesome. I may have to check out that Prima Donna too. My pasta of choice for Mac n cheese is cavatappi, preferably Pappardelles but Barilla is good.
I also highly recommend adding mushrooms to your recipe. Probably good strong ones like baby bellas. I loves me some fungi in my pasta.
Okay, the way Doyce was describing this to me reminded me of bangers and mash (due to the sausage and broth/sauce). I recommend that during the sausage phase (if you happen to use appropriate sausage), you add sliced onions and a dash of Worchestershire sauce, the onions being removed from the pan with the sausage and added to the final product with the sausage.
The juxtaposition of violence and deliciousness is simultaneously making me hungry and nauseous. I like it!
Sorry, can’t become your oracle and witness to your mac-n-cheese, because just Saturday I had mac-n-cheese that incorporated sausage, thick-cut bacon, and four kinds of cheese. The bacon trumps your foolishness.
Recipe, or it didn’t happen.
And I would argue that sausage and bacon are so good separately that to incorporate them together is heresy to each.
We just made this tonight, with some slight revisions:
We used ground sausage from the tube, and the only broth we had on hand was beef broth. Also we didn’t have butter crackers. But I will say, that was a godly concoction.
My hat (and pants) off to you.