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 good that it might just ruin all over sandwiches for’s lethal.

1 Package of vegan italian sausage
2 Tablespoons vegetable oil
1 Green bell pepper
1 Red bell pepper
1 Small sweet onion
2-6 Minced garlic cloves
2 Tablespoons tomato paste
28 oz can tomatoes
2 Tablespoons of oregano, basil, parsley, salt/pepper, red pepper flakes
1 Tablespoon of vegan mayo
1 handfull of fresh arugula
2 Tablespoons of giardiniera

Thinly slice the sausage and fry in pan with oil till they become crispy.

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

Add the garlic and sauté until fragrant like a nice toot (about one minute).

Add tomato paste and canned tomatoes and stir to combine.

Bring to a simmer and add sausage and herbs.

Thicken to desired consistency.

Spread a thick slab of vegan mayo on your hoagie, add some arugula, layer on some fat ass italian sausage and top with giardiniera.

“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 love to load myself up with so much work that my window for a break down is very 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 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 f*ck, I did not want my saving grace to be the third treadmill on the left at planet fitness.

So, I started walking outside instead. I walked everywhere. I kid you not I would get out of bed at the crack of dawn and walk from Logan Square to Andersonville for work. Just for your reference, that’s about 5 miles one way. I would walk to class, walk to lunch dates, you name it. There was a time when I spent about 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 My Favorite Murder podcast. I was lucky enough to be late to the game and 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 these two women talking about true crime while I prepped vegetables, but I quickly let go of my rage and loneliness and transformed into this zen little murderino butterfly.

I think it’s safe to say I would not be as into cooking if it wasn’t for them. While I do sometimes miss my revenge bod lifestyle, I would way rather make a meal or take the occasional walk with my belly jiggling with laughter, instead of sweat crying on the treadmill 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.

©The Anol Vegan 2021