There once was a polish sausage.  All of his friends had been eaten, in glory, yet he remained, in master's freezer.  forgotten, frostbitten.

On this particular morning; however, master had a craving for one, and dug deep to the back of his freezer to find me.

Scraping off my chapped ice, I was microwaved 45 seconds, casings removed, and smashed delightfully with a muddler over medium heat, until crispy brown.

added then, was 1:1 flour and milk, cracked black pepper, and a dousing of frank's red hot sauce.

letting all that settle in, additional milk was added to maintain consistency, while the english muffins were muffinized in the toaster, and plated with a pat of butter, each.

 finally, I was spooned over the delightfully crinkled muffin, and eat-eth-neth forthwit, and. . .  it was a good day