Sausage, onion, spinach

in #hivefood2 days ago

A wonderful flower in a frying pan "drawn" from sausage, onion, and spinach.
This is a kind of basis for a dish. In this case, with pasta.
Frozen spinach pieces make the story much easier.

A very simple recipe.

  • Fry the sausage cut into pieces.
  • Add the onion, which needs to be fried a little until golden brown.
  • Add the frozen spinach.
  • Pour boiling water over the spinach (a little so that the spinach melts and nothing burns).
  • Add salt, spices.
  • In parallel, the pasta should be cooked (5-10 minutes depending on the pasta).
  • When the pasta is ready, add a piece of butter to the fried vegetables and sausage and pour the pasta into the pan.
  • Mix the frying with the pasta.
    The dish is ready!

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