This dish is basically a hash, born of a couple of orphaned tomatillos and desperation.
The tomatillos were stragglers left from a clutch whose brethren had gone into a salsa -- and nobly did they serve. But the remaining pair stumped me. I didn't want to make salsa again (the home cook bores so easily), so what to do?
Answer: My typical weeknight strategy -- pull everything out of the fridge, assemble on the kitchen counter and decide what goes with what. In this case, a medley of chopped vegetables, given weight with sausage (rolled into little balls to break the monotony) and perked up with plenty of cilantro.
The tomatillos turned out to be a surprise star, enlivening the dish with their tangy way. Which shows that even desperation can lead somewhere good.
