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March 5, 2008

Why Not Be A Tiny Cocktail Sausage?

Why be a tiny cocktail sausage when you can be a mighty weiner?

— question pose by Naveed Ozcan in my spam folder

I’ll tell you why not. The world is full of mighty weiners, and we don’t need any more. However, there’s a definite shortage of tiny cocktail sausages. Fortunately, Naveed’s spam reminded me that I have the most delicious recipe for tiny cocktail sausages ever, and they’re ridiculously easy!

My Mom’s Slurpy Good Cocktail Sausages

1 pound mild sausage

(roll this into small balls and bake 15 minutes at 350)

Mix together:

1/2 cup ketchup

1/2 cup white wine vinegar

1/2 cup brown sugar

1 tablespoon soy sauce

1/4 teaspoon ginger*

Dump the meatballs in the mix and marinate 24 hours. (Can freeze at this point.) Heat before serving. A chafing dish, toothpicks and plenty of napkins are good accompaniments.

* my recipe is blurry here and says gin– I’m assuming it means ground ginger since we started making these in the 70’s when fresh ginger was unheard of, and 1/4 teaspoon of gin would be useless.

If y’all beg me, I’ll share her equally yummy (and groovy) recipe for olive tarts. Boy, the appetizers of the 70’s rocked!


Why do the people in my spam folder who are not selling enlargement products want to know if I sell wheelbarrows? Is there a sexual connotation to a wheelbarrow that I’m missing? Is it the new drug of choice among today’s partying people? Or do I just seem like I have time to sell garden products on the side?


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16 Responses to “Why Not Be A Tiny Cocktail Sausage?”

  1. I thought for sure that this post was going to be about the new Weinershnitzel commercial that I saw last night-it too was about mighty weiners. What a coincidence! And your Google Ads are a riot today.

    Headless Mom’s last blog post..Doesn’t Everyone Blog about Feet?

  2. I was curious after reading this post and of my over 1000 spams, not a single one mentions wheelbarrows. They mention finding big women online, and of course, the ma|e enh@ncement, and refinancing my house, and baby deals.
    Wheelbarrows are much better. Lucky.

    Emily R’s last blog post..Thanks, Opie

  3. How could someone with a ginormous shlong not have an extra wheelbarrow to sell? C’mon Anne, gimme a break! Maybe I should start littering my posts with naughty keywords so I can unload my extra Yahtzee game…

    Mamaluv’s last blog post..Incapacitated… and the results thereof

  4. That recipe sounds so good! No sausage envy here!

    I don’t get spam for wheelbarrows, just emails saying I’ve won the British lottery (misspelled. Apparently the British can’t spell the name of their own lottery) and all that jazz. I’ll have to check if I have anything odder.

  5. Why don’t more recipes have the word “slurpy” in the title? I think slurpy is one of the best things food can be. To slurp is to truly enjoy.

    Katrina’s last blog post..Wedding Drums

  6. Please post the olive tart recipe, it sounds good.

    According to my copy of the Kama Sutra, it is a sexual position. The female needs serious upper body strength. (Think wheelbarrow races, only kinky.)

    Russ’s last blog post..Beautiful Day by Russ

  7. Bring on the olive tarts while I ponder the wheelbarrow.

    Betsy Bird’s last blog post..These Little White Spots Are Making Me Crazy

  8. Wheelbarrows?

    My spam folder is full of scholarship offers to become a nurse or detective…thanks, I already I have two degrees I’m not using. Not to mention that I would be horrible at both professions.
    Also, I have a lot of offers for hot, black singles.

    Shannon’s last blog post..It Was Going to be Sooner or Later

  9. I recently left the sylvan hills of Birmingham for South Carolina, only to find that they use grape jelly in their cocktail weenies. Yes, the weenies. Not to worry, I never touch the things anyway.

  10. They use grape jelly and katsup here- on cocktail weenies and meatballs. I never go near the things either.

    Tina’s last blog post..One Word

  11. I’ve had the thrill of visiting the Bryan’s Meat Plant in West Point, Mississippi. It will cure you of eating sausage. Truly they use everything but the Oink.

  12. Ok, I thought I was the only one who every spammer and their brother thought needed a larger wiener. I get so sick of those.

    I’ve found now, to get past the spam they’ll say $ex instead of sex-so my filters miss it.


    Hannah Specter’s last blog post..Metamorph Chapter 2

  13. I’ve never looked in my spam folder and don’t even know where it is. I’m doing good to keep up with everything else right now.

    Anne, did your mom serve those meatballs over rice/noodles for supper? Sounds good to me!

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