Gluten Free Sausage & Potato Scramble
- 2 bell peppers (1 orange, 1 yellow)
- 5 small potatoes
- 1 lb. Italian sausage
- 1 Tbsp. rosemary
- 1 tsp. thyme
- 1 tsp. salt
- 1/2 tsp. black pepper
- 4 eggs
- green onions for topping
- Dice the bell peppers & saute in a large pan (with olive oil/cooking spray) over medium heat until golden brown. Remove from pan & set aside.
- Dice the potatoes & cook (with olive oil/cooking spray) in the pan, stirring occasionally. (The potatoes will cook faster if covered.) Once potatoes are cooked through, remove from pan & set aside.
- Brown Italian sausage in the pan until cooked through.
- Turn the stove to low heat.
- Add bell peppers & potatoes to the pan, along with rosemary, thyme, salt & pepper. Mix together with the sausage. Cover and let simmer, stirring occasionally.
- In a small pan, scramble the eggs. Add a few dashes of salt to the eggs.
- Mix the scrambled eggs with the ingredients in the large pan.
- Remove from heat, add green onions, and enjoy!
Growing up, when dinner time rolled around, my parents would look in the pantry, pull out a few things, throw them together, and call it supper. At least that’s the way I remember it. As a kid, I couldn’t care less. Rice-A-Roni and hot dogs. Mac ‘n cheese and vienna sausage (not a joke – this was a staple of my childhood). Couscous, ground beef, and spaghetti sauce. Tuna melts.
My parents have always been simple people. They are happy with the basics, and tend to stick with what they know. They’d both rather spend their time anywhere but cooking in the kitchen.
So in high school, when I fell in love with cooking and decided it was time to branch out from the usual fare, I started cooking dinner at home. What started with a meal here and there turned in to every meal, every day. Not long after, I started doing all of the weekly grocery shopping too. My parents, of course, were thrilled and happy to hand the keys to the kitchen – and the grocery shopping – over to me. The joke among friends was that they’d starve when I left for college. I’m happy to report this didn’t happen.
I’ve given all this back story to say, I’ve realized that I am not that different from my parents. I enjoy the simple things. I’m happy with the basics. And I tend to stick with what I know and what I like.
This weekend I bought sausage & peppers because they were on sale. I chose potatoes & the spices, because that’s what I had in my pantry. I threw it all together, told my husband it was a new recipe, and he said, “Really? I thought you’ve made this before.” Ha. I didn’t even put two and two together. I have made so many recipes that are essentially the same, but with minor tweaks and changes. Squash & Sausage Skillet. Ham/Apple/Sweet Potato Scramble. Sausage/Apple/Sweet Potato Scramble. They are different, yes. But if you’re not the one who made it, you might not realize those differences.
So I can see it now. One day I’ll have kids. And I’ll get in a cooking rut like this again. And they will complain and say, “Mom, you only ever make the same food all the time. Can we try something new?” And I’ll remember that I complained about the same things when I was younger. And I’m sure I’ll think that dang, karma bites.