My dad would have some potentially offensive names for this meal. Despite the fact that I reluctantly list foot-in-mouth as one of my specialties, I won’t use those names here. Scratch that, Dad says it looks good, especially knowing there is sausage involved.
Instead, let’s call it a polite meal, and just what the doctor ordered. It required very little time spent on my feet, was quick to prepare, and couldn’t have been easier.
Cherry tomatoes, halved, with chunks of bufala mozzarella, olive oil and salt. Sugar snap peas, a baguette, and a couple of sweet Italian sausage for Rose and Shane. Done!