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Grand Aspirations

So in my fantasy land Im an amazing cook.  I create things spontaneously with whats in the fridge and it turns out fantastic.  In reality, I pilfer and steal recipes.  I mildly modify to suit my preferences.  Tonight was one of those mild modifications.  Our veggie box had lots of my second favorite veggie, zucchini.  I had some left over julienned zucchini from the last time I made my favorite zucchini recipe. So I figured Id make it again.  Every time I have made it, I modify it just a bit.  First time I stuck to the recipe.  Second time I ditched the red pepper and swapped the coconut cream for heavy cream...Im just not that Paleo.  This time I used purely what I had on hand and came up with the list below:

1.25 lbs sweet Italian pork sausage, diced (I popped it in the freezer for about 20 minutes to make it easier to cut)

2 small red onions

1/2 sweet yellow onion

1 container of baby portabella mushrooms

5 zucchini squash, sliced with a mandoline

Sauce

28 oz can of diced tomatoes

4 cloves crushed garlic

Black pepper and sea salt to taste

I forgot the coconut oil to cook the meat in, not the end of the world but would have gotten more flavor out of the onions.  Since Im a big baby and wont eat onions, I left them huge and picked them out before I put the tomatoes in.  I put the mushrooms in after I took the onions out.  Only complaint is I need to get a bigger pan, I have a really hard time getting it all mixed in.  Turned out great and am mildly impressed with my pilfering.  

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