Sausage, onion, spinach
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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