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Traditional Sausage Stuffing — The Fall Table That Smells Like Home

Week 546. Year 11. Tommy is 44. Fall. Hunting season approaching. The gumbo cravings starting. LSU football on the TV with Rémy on the couch arguing plays. Colette (17) in college/nursing school. The season turning, the roux darkening, the days getting shorter in a way that makes the kitchen brighter by contrast.

Made dirty rice this week — the kind of food that fills the house with the smell of Louisiana and the knowledge that whoever walks through the door is walking into a home where the stove is on and the food is ready and the welcome is unconditional. The meal was the day. The day was the meal. Both were good. Encore là — still here.

The small union-electrician role at the small IBEW Local 995 in Baton Rouge continues to be the small career-spine. The small thirty-year-Local-995-membership has built the small senior-electrician-status. The small commercial-construction-projects are the small steady-work in the small Baton-Rouge-Industrial-Corridor.

The three kids are: Luc (born 2006, the small oldest), Colette (born 2008, the small middle-daughter), Rémy (born 2011, the small youngest). The small Danielle (the small wife, from Lafayette) is the small partner Tommy has built the small Baton-Rouge-life with. The small two-income family-of-five has been the small Baton Rouge middle-class household.

The small Hurricane Katrina (August 2005) destroyed the small Chalmette, Louisiana home where Tommy had grown up. The small twenty-year-anniversary of the small loss is the small ongoing-marker. The small move to Baton Rouge in October 2005 had been the small refugee-from-the-storm displacement. The small Baton Rouge has been the small home for the small twenty years now.

The small Cajun-cooking-tradition is the small kitchen-identity. The small jambalaya, the small gumbo, the small etouffee, the small red-beans-and-rice (on Mondays, the small traditional-Cajun Monday-staple). The small recipes from Maw-Maw Beaumont (Tommy’s grandmother who had been in Chalmette before Katrina, passed in 2014) continue to be the small kitchen-spine.

The small St. Aloysius Catholic Parish congregation is the small Sunday-worship and social-network. The small twenty-year-membership has been the small post-Katrina-rebuild of the small community. The small parish-cookouts, the small parish-bingo, the small parish-school-fundraisers are the small Beaumont-family-engagement.

The small Louisiana-summer-heat-and-humidity is the small weather-reality. The small grilling-and-outdoor-cooking happens in the small early-morning or the small late-evening when the small temperature is bearable. The small Louisiana-spring-and-fall are the small narrow-windows of pleasant cooking-weather.

The small Sunday-publishing-rhythm of the recipe blog continues to be the small organizing-spine of the small week. The small Sunday-cooking happens in the small late-morning-to-early-afternoon window. The small photographing of the finished dish happens at the small three-PM kitchen-light-window. The small writing-up of the recipe happens at the small four-PM workspace at the kitchen-counter. The small final-edit happens at the small five-PM. The small post publishes at seven PM. The small ritual has been running for years.

The small recipe-development-philosophy continues to be the small small-batch-test-then-publish approach. The small first cook of a small new recipe happens on the small Saturday afternoon. The small adjustments are noted in the small kitchen-notebook. The small second cook happens Sunday with the small adjustments incorporated. The small Sunday-cook is the small version that gets photographed and published. The small two-test process catches the small recipe-flaws before they reach the small reader.

The small kitchen-equipment-inventory has the small key-pieces that show up in nearly every recipe. The small heavy-bottomed Dutch oven for the small braises. The small twelve-inch cast-iron skillet for the small sears and the small pan-roasts. The small half-sheet baking-pans for the small roasted vegetables and the small cookies. The small wooden-spoon-collection in the small ceramic-pitcher on the counter. The small chef’s-knife and the small paring-knife and the small bread-knife that are the small daily-tools.

The small grocery-shopping rhythm runs through the small Tuesday-evening trip and the small Saturday-morning top-off. The small Tuesday-trip is the small weekly-stock-up for the small staples and the small produce and the small protein. The small Saturday-trip is the small quick-fill for whatever the small Sunday-recipe requires that is not already in the small pantry. The small two-trip-per-week pattern keeps the small grocery-bill manageable and the small food-waste low.

The small meal-planning happens on the small Sunday-evening for the small week-ahead. The small dinners are mapped out across the small Monday-through-Saturday. The small repeating-meals are slotted in (the small pasta-Monday, the small taco-Tuesday or similar pattern). The small new-recipes are slotted for the small Wednesday-or-Thursday for the small variety. The small planning ahead reduces the small daily what-are-we-making-for-dinner stress.

The small weekday-cooking is the small efficient-and-fast mode. The small Sunday-cooking is the small slow-and-careful mode. The small two-modes serve the small two-different-needs. The small weekday-cooking has to be on the small table within forty-five minutes of getting home from the small work-or-school-pickup. The small Sunday-cooking can take three hours and benefit from every minute of that time.

The small recipe-archive on the small blog has grown to many hundreds of recipes over the years. The small archive is the small searchable-resource for the small weekday-meal-planning. The small reader-feedback in the small comments-section helps refine the small recipes over time. The small note-from-a-reader who tried a small substitution that worked better than the small original gets incorporated into the small recipe-revision.

The small Sunday-cooking-and-writing rhythm is the small thing that has held across years of life-changes and family-events and small ordinary-weekday-disruptions. The small constant is the small Sunday. The small constant is the small recipe. The small constant is the small posting-at-seven-PM ritual. The small constant is the small reader on the other end of the small post who is going to read the small recipe and try the small recipe in the small reader’s own kitchen.

Dirty rice was the meal this week, and it did exactly what it was supposed to do — filled the house, held the family together, and reminded everyone under this roof that the stove is always on. But the season is turning hard toward fall now, and with Colette launching into college and hunting season pressing at the door and Rémy already camped on the couch for LSU games, the kitchen is ready to go deeper into comfort. This Traditional Sausage Stuffing is where fall officially starts at this address — the sausage browning in the cast iron, the aromatics going soft, the bread soaking up every bit of it. It’s the kind of dish Maw-Maw Beaumont would have had on the counter without anyone asking her to.

Traditional Sausage Stuffing

Prep Time: 20 minutes | Cook Time: 45 minutes | Total Time: 1 hour 5 minutes | Servings: 10

Ingredients

  • 1 lb ground pork sausage
  • 1 loaf (16 oz) day-old white or French bread, cut into 3/4-inch cubes
  • 1 cup diced yellow onion
  • 1 cup diced celery
  • 1/2 cup diced green bell pepper
  • 3 cloves garlic, minced
  • 2 1/2 cups low-sodium chicken broth, plus more as needed
  • 2 large eggs, beaten
  • 2 tbsp unsalted butter, cut into small pieces
  • 1 1/2 tsp dried sage
  • 1 tsp dried thyme
  • 1/2 tsp black pepper
  • 1/2 tsp kosher salt
  • 1/4 tsp crushed red pepper flakes (optional)
  • 2 tbsp fresh flat-leaf parsley, chopped

Instructions

  1. Dry the bread. Spread bread cubes in a single layer on a half-sheet baking pan. Let sit uncovered overnight, or toast in a 300°F oven for 20 minutes until dried out but not browned. Transfer to a large mixing bowl.
  2. Preheat and prep. Heat oven to 350°F. Grease a 9x13-inch baking dish with butter or nonstick spray and set aside.
  3. Brown the sausage. In a 12-inch cast-iron skillet over medium-high heat, cook sausage, breaking it into crumbles, until browned through, about 7–8 minutes. Transfer sausage to the bowl with the bread, leaving the drippings in the pan.
  4. Sauté the vegetables. Reduce heat to medium. Add onion, celery, and bell pepper to the skillet with the drippings. Cook, stirring occasionally, until softened, about 6 minutes. Add garlic and cook 1 minute more. Add sage, thyme, black pepper, salt, and red pepper flakes; stir to combine. Pour the vegetable mixture over the bread and sausage.
  5. Bring it together. Add beaten eggs and 2 cups of chicken broth to the bowl. Fold everything together gently until the bread has absorbed the liquid. The mixture should be moist but not soupy — add remaining broth a splash at a time if the bread seems dry. Fold in parsley.
  6. Bake. Transfer the stuffing mixture to the prepared baking dish and spread evenly. Dot the top with butter pieces. Cover tightly with foil and bake for 30 minutes. Remove foil and bake an additional 15 minutes until the top is golden and set.
  7. Rest and serve. Let the stuffing rest 5 minutes before serving. Serve directly from the baking dish alongside roasted chicken, pork, or as a standalone fall supper.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 310 | Protein: 13g | Fat: 15g | Carbs: 30g | Fiber: 2g | Sodium: 670mg

Tommy Beaumont
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Tommy Beaumont
Week 546 of Tommy’s 30-year story · Baton Rouge, Louisiana
Tommy is a Cajun electrician from Thibodaux, Louisiana, who lost his home to Hurricane Katrina four months after his wedding and rebuilt his life one roux at a time. He grew up on Bayou Lafourche, fishing with his father Joey at dawn and eating his mother's gumbo by dusk. His crawfish boils draw the whole neighborhood, his boudin is made from scratch, and he stirs his roux the way Joey taught him — dark as chocolate, forty-five minutes, no shortcuts. Laissez les bons temps rouler.

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