As our trip fell just before Christmas one of our farm chores was to go into town and pick up the Christmas ham from Gulgong Butchery. This suited me just fine as I’m totally useless at real farm work (the previous year I helpfully weeded the herb garden only to find out that I’d pulled out all the herbs and basically left the weeds…oopsie). I knew I’d be good at collecting a ham without injuring myself , others or harmless vegetation.
At the butchers shop in town The Boy and I were very excited to discover Vegemite and Cheese Sausages. Irrationally excited now that I think about it.
We knew these babies were either going to the be the most revolting thing we’ve ever imagined (although surely that award would have to go to a Brussel Sprout Sausage), or the best thing since sliced bread with Vegemite and Cheese on it.
The butcher proudly told us they were his own invention and a massive hit in Gulgong. AND they were award winning sausages! Sold to the lady from the city!
For some reason The Baroness wasn’t convinced by our awesome, award winning, snag find even though the butcher promised us they were good! And they were gourmet. The Baroness likes Vegemite and she likes cheese, I just don’t think she was convinced about them being married together in a sausage skin casing. She was even dubious when I promised that EVERYONE in Gulgong like them…EVERYONE.
|Friend or foe?|
I know that it is a bit tragic that a year later The Boy and I were STILL thinking about those bloody sausages.
As we drove away from Sydney last Friday night we fired a barrage of questions at each other. What would they taste like? Would they be gross? We would love them? Would we be able to taste the Vegemite? Would they be oily due to the cheesey innards? Would the weather be sunny enough for a BBQ? Would they still be in The Baroness’s freezer – surely she has kept them for us in the event that I would return one day to weed the garden again?
Sadly (or unsurprisingly really) the sausages weren’t awaiting our return a year later. A reshuffle of fridges and freezers meant that, on a sunny day in Gulgong, the sausages had met an untimely and un-BBQ’d death.
On Saturday morning I quickly volunteered to do a grocery run into town with the ulterior movie of visiting the butcher again. I have to admit that as we drove into Gulgong I was nervous that the Vegemite and Cheese Sausages may have gone the way of the dinosaur. I was desperate to know what they tasted like.
I am pleased to report sausages were happily waiting for us and, after a brief discussion with The Boy about the amount of cheese and vegemiteyness required, we purchased four juicy looking sausages. We threw them on the BBQ pretty much as soon as we got back the farm along with a few 'regular snags'. I was determined not to miss out again!
|Straight to the BBQ|
|Oozing cheesy goodness|
|Chicken + BBQ = BBQ Chicken! Run away chicken!!|
The Baroness and I agreed to have one snag each and The Boy could have two as he’d be sent off to do proper farm work later on and could thus work off the cheesy calories. I supposed a fairer distribution would’ve been one for each of us and one for the dog! Sorry doggy.
I was expecting cheese to ooze out of the sausage when I bit into it, but it seems that it had either melted into the sausage during the cooking process, or all over the BBQ hot plate.
These sausages were really really tasty and I’m so sad that I only had one. The taste of Vegemite was only apparent every now and then, and not as obvious or as strong as I had thought it would be. The snags did have a saltiness to them that I’ve not noticed in other sausages, as well as tasting rich and meaty.
We had also cooked a ‘regular beef snag’ each so we could do a snag comparison. After eating the yummy, salty, crispy Vegemite and Cheese Sausage we all agreed that regular sausage just didn’t cut it.
The Baroness’ verdict = yum yum yum!
I know Gulgong Butchery do home delivery, but I wonder if they'd come all the way to Sydney for two Vegemite and Cheese Sausage converts.