Surely, you didn’t think I meant our little angels did you? No, not that kind of brat. The kind that goes great with football; the kind people in Wisconsin believe is their official state flower. I picked up a couple of brats from the farmers market and planned to grill them that afternoon. The elements were against me, however, because it started to rain before I could begin. Undeterred, I wheeled the grill into the screened-in porch and fired it up anyway.
I lit the charcoal and arranged all the coals on one side of the grill. I then put the brats, onions and beer in a disposable aluminum pan and poached the brats and onions directly over the coals. After about 20 minutes, I grilled the brats directly over the charcoals to give them a char-grilled flavor moving them only to protect them from flare ups. Meanwhile, I drained the onions and then added sauerkraut, brown sugar and apple juice to the onions in the pan to go with the grilled brats.
Everyone enjoyed them although the girls shied away from the sauerkraut. No football; just beer and brats and no brats, just angels.
Next up: Barbeque Ribs