It is rare for me to catch any Red Wing's Hockey these days. They are not doing well this year, and I don't live in Hockeytown (my heart does, of course). I was lucky to see that they were broadcast nationally on NBC and at a time that I could record them.
So, nap time for the little one, a new DVR (we got for Christmas), and a cold beer (I am drinking Oskar Blue's Little Yella Pils, a GABF gold medal winner (from a can no less)). What is necessary to make this perfect? Kielbasa.
If you know me, you know that I have a weakness for almost any sausage including all beef hot dogs, breakfast links (and patties), brats, knacks, chorizo, italian, pepperoni, salami, smoked, game meat, dried, raw, even a little kieska (blood sausage)....if the meat is good, it is usually good for me. Although I need to admit that kieska is good in only the smallest amounts.
I have never found a good Polish meat market or butcher with anything near good sausage here in Denver. Every time I hear about something, the place has been closed for six months before I got there. While traveling in San Francisco for business, I happened upon a traditional Polish meat market (a big Polish Eagle painted on the side of the building brought me over 3 lanes of traffic despite being late for my flight). I talked to the guy for a half hour and spent $20, and walked out of there not only with an armful of 4 or 5 different sausages (made by hand by this guy and his family for the last 80 years), but also a quarter of a pan of cheesecake that was just like my grandmother used to make. I ate nothing but sausage and cheesecake for three days.
The Kielbasa that I bought for myself today is the crappy Hillshire Farms turkey stuff from the grocery store. The meat is not tightly packed, and it only faintly resembles the good stuff I have had all of my life. But it is enough to remind me of childhood.
I didn't even cook it. I just nibbled on it cold; with a cold beer, and ice hockey....cold heaven. Too bad my team lost on the last shot of the shootout.