Stay Sexy and Don’t
Get Sausaged

Inspired by one of our favorite podcasts, My Favorite Murder, this so called italian sub sandwich is far from traditional. Our version of this sloppy classic is so damn good that it might just ruin all future sandwiches for you. It’s leathal.

1 package of vegan italian sausage
1 green bell pepper
1 red bell pepper
1 sweet onion
2-6 garlic cloves minced
2 tablespoons tomato sauce
28 oz can tomatoes
Dried spices: oregano, basil, parsley, salt/pepper, red pepper flakes to taste
1/2 cup vegetable oil
Hoagie rolls
Vegan mayo
Thinly slice the sausage and fry in pan with oil so they nice and crispy.

In a large saucepan, cook down the onions and bell peppers in oil until soft.

Add the garlic and sauté until fragrant (about one minute).

Add tomato paste and canned tomatoes, stir to combine.

Bring to a simmer and add sausage and dried spices.

Thicken to desired consistency.
Spread a thick slab of vegan mayo on your hoagie, add mustard, layer on italian sausage and top with fresh arugula and giardiniera.

Note: Keeps in fridge 3-4 days

“Can we push Alex to the breaking point” is what I like to call the summer of 2017.

Start with a yummy base layer of full time serving hustle, top that with 5 long nights of academy training, and sprinkle some breakup on top and you’ve got a typical anol week. Whenever I go through some life transition or emotional heartbreak I loooove to load myself up with so much work that my window for breaking down is v small. Who needs a therapist when you can just whisper ‘that’s showbiz kids’ a million times a day?

But as I loaded myself up (that’s what she said), I found myself not sleeping like at all and I was filled with so much rage that I found no way to fill gaps of time other than go to the gym. And while my rage bod looked buff as fuck, I did not want my saving grace to be the third treadmill on the left at planet fucking fitness.

So I started walking outside instead. I walked everywhere. I shit you not I would get out of bed at the ass crack of dawn and walk from Logan Square to Andersonville for work. I would walk to class, walk to lunch dates, you name it. There was a time when I spent like 6 hours a day just walking around like a psychopath. It was the only thing that cleared my mind. I would run lines for hours, listen to music, and then I started binging the fuck out of My Favorite Murder the podcast. I was lucky enough to be late to the game and I had 46 episodes to plunge my way through. It quickly became my obsession. My walks were the most peaceful time of my day until I finally came to my senses and I started listening to them while I cooked instead.  
And just like that, my world was filled with cathartic release. I don’t know what it was about two chicks talking about true crime while I prepped vegetables but I quickly let go of my rage and loneliness and transformed into this zen little muderino butterfly.

I would not be as into cooking if it wasn’t for them and while I do sometimes miss my revenge bod, I would way rather make a meal or take the occasional walk with my belly jiggling with laughter than sweat cry on treadmill number three while “I’m sexy and I know it” pounds into my ears.

So I invite you all to play my favorite episode of this podcast while you make this for dinner one night. Raise a glass to Mary Vincent and please stay sexy and don’t get sausaged.

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