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Turkey Breakfast Sausage (Paleo and Whole30 compliant)

Friday, May 15th, 2015

I am doing some diet experimentation. ¬†And trying to cut out sugar and up my protien. My biggest hurdle is breakfast. Today for a treat I made myself some breakfast sausage. I have found that whole3o and paleo recipes are great resources even if you don’t follow the plan. My original inspiration is from Primal Palate but I couldn’t find ground pork and I failed to follow the recipe, so I am presenting mine here.

Turkey Breakfast Sausage #whole30 #paleo

It’s pretty good (for turkey sausage). The smoked paprika helps is feel a little more savory and gives it a little extra heft, makes it a little porkier.


Turkey Breakfast Sausage
Makes 10 patties so serves 3-5 ish

1 pound ground turkey (not turkey breast only or extra lean)
1 teaspoon fennel seeds
1 teaspoon smoked paprika
1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
1/2 teaspoon black pepper
1/2 teaspoon italian seasoning (or any combination of dried oregano, basil and parsley)
1/2 teaspoon smoked salt (or salt if you don’t have smoked)
2 tablespoons coconut oil (or other oil for pan frying)

  1. Combine ground turkey with herbs and spices, I use the spoon then hand method like with meatloaf)
  2. Separate in to 10 equal amounts (8 for larger patties) and form in to patties.
  3. I’m not the best at patty making, I expect it comes with practice. I did make a ball, flatten a little then squish between clean hands. Your mileage may vary.
  4. Heat cooking oil in large saute pan over med-high to medium heat.
  5. Cook the patties in two batches about 6 -7 minutes depending on thickness, flipping once. I covered the pan for the second half of cooking.
  6. Check for doneness, turkey should be cooked through to at least 165 degrees F.
  7. Remove from pan and enjoy. Refrigerate or freeze leftovers.

Whole30 Turkey Sausage

Breakfast with Spencer: A Short Play

Monday, February 13th, 2012

Scene {kitchen}
Spencer: What’s dat, mama?
Me: It’s a bagel. I’m going to toast it and put cream cheese on it. Do you want one?
Spencer: No, just help you.
Me: I’m putting it in the toaster, it’s too far back for you to help, but you can help me put cream cheese on it. Do you want one?
{toaster reads 3 min left}
Spencer: No. Just help you. Done now?
Me: No, when it says 0:00
{gets out cream cheese, toaster reads 2 min left}
Spencer: What’s that? Done now?
Me: Almost. It will beep.
{toaster beeps and blinks 0:00}
Spencer: Done NOW!
{puts bagel on plate}
Me: Ok. Hold my hand and help me spread it. Do you want one?
Spencer: Spread it, OK!
Me: Ok. Do you want half? I can cut it.
Spencer: No. Just help you eat it.
{grabs full half a bagel, licks it makes a face}
Spencer: Yuckers.
{drops on floor, cream cheese side down. Of course.}



Breakfast of Champions

Monday, October 4th, 2010

Breakfast is fast becoming one of the more difficult meals of the day. Most of it ends up on the floor. It don;t really blame him, it normally is pretty boring – cherrios, banana, applesauce, maybe some yogurt with berries if I am feeling particularly ambitious. He seems to like eggs, both scrambled and hard boiled, but I am way too lazy to cook a hot breakfast every day.

The other day when hubs was off from work, I made (frozen) blueberry waffles, sausage links and eggs. The waffles? Floor bound. Seriously, kiddo? Who doesn’t like blueberry waffles? My kid, apparently. He does like pancakes, those have never ended up on the floor. So breakfast is an adventure and an exercise in patience. This is especially awesome because it is the time of day where I have the absolute least patience. I was never much of a morning person and since I haven’t had a full night’s sleep since I was about 7 months pregnant, the grouchy morning situation has only gotten worse.

I try and make the best of it and have taken to mainlining coffee and letting him play with his food while I cruise around the interwebs. This means a lot of cheerios thrown at me and a lot of cheerios on the floor. At first, I would sweep up all of the floor cereal and throw it away. Now I just put it all back on his tray and let him throw it again. He would eat us out of house and home if I didn’t recycle the floor food, but I draw the line at floor meat.

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