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Foodie alert

I have a recommendation for all those out there who love sausages, but not the fat and suspect byproducts they might contain.

Al Fresco brand chicken sausages come in 14 different gourmet flavors, including Roasted Pepper & Asiago, Spinach & Feta, Jalapeno, Sundried Tomato, and Sweet Apple. There are several different styles, too. Fully cooked links, links ready for grilling, breakfast-style links, and something I haven't tried yet but think sounds intriguing: Bistro Bites Buffalo Style cocktail franks.

All of the products have 70% less fat than pork sausage and are free of nitrites, nitrates, preservatives and artificial ingredients. We've sliced them up with pasta. We've put them in quiche. Tonight, I had a link with fresh tomato slices and 7 grain bread. My fellow weight watchers should rejoice in the fact that 1 Spinach & Feta sausage, I learned tonight, is a mere 3 points.

Check out the web site for more info, a complete listing of available flavors and styles, recipes, and a way to search for where you can find these in your area.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Sounds wonderful! I'll try looking tomorrow for a store in the vicinity that has them. Would be nice if our "extra super-duper" new Dillon's Marketplace in Derby carries them.
Thanks for sending the meatloaf recipe.
mom
AnneR said…
Yummy yummy. I'll be checking to see if we have them in the Fort! I'm baking pain au chocolat with puff pastry right now and thinking that puff pastry wrapped around these sausages would make some yummy pigs in a blanket.

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