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Brats in Beer



Today is a day for bratwurst if I ever knew one. While I am using a slow cooker recipe, Cody is firing up the grill. We will see what we prefer....

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 A little friendly competition never hurt anyone, especially when the end results are sizzling savory juices exploding from within the crispy outside skin of a thick, meaty, bratwurst. My husband was Team Grill and yours truly headed Team Crock Pot. The odds were against me, I know. Team Grill took an unfortunate turn for the 'wurst' when Cody mistakenly turned the dial to high, rather than off, and transformed his brats to burnt bricks. And so it happened that Team Crock Pot came to the rescue, supplying four tender and delicious brats, slow cooked in Henry Weinhards, for our supper. Oh the sweet taste of victory!




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