Italian Sausage & Potato Roast

Italian Sausage & Potato Roast might be just the side dish you are searching for. This recipe serves 4 and costs 76 cents per serving. Watching your figure? This gluten free, dairy free, and whole 30 recipe has 154 calories, 3g of protein, and 4g of fat per serving. 99 people were impressed by this recipe. It is brought to you by A Few Short Cuts. A mixture of oregano, italian sausage, olive oil, and a handful of other ingredients are all it takes to make this recipe so yummy. From preparation to the plate, this recipe takes about 10 minutes. This recipe is typical of Mediterranean cuisine. All things considered, we decided this recipe deserves a spoonacular score of 92%. This score is great. Similar recipes include Italian Sausage & Potato Quick Skillet, Italian Sausage-Mashed Potato Pie, and Paleo Italian Sausage & Potato Soup.

Servings: 4

Preparation duration: 10 minutes

 

Ingredients:

1 tsp Garlic salt

1 Package of Italian Sausage (about 5 links)

1-2 Tbsp Olive oil

¼ tsp oregano

Dash of pepper

1 lb Red potatoes (cut in quarters) about 4 potatoes

1 Sweet Onion

2 Bell Peppers (I use one yellow, one green for color)

Equipment:

oven

baking sheet

frying pan

Cooking instruction summary:

Preheat oven to 450 degrees.Wash a cut Peppers and onions into strips. Wash and cut potatoes too.Place all of the cut veggies onto a large baking sheet.Toss veggies with olive oil and seasonings.Cut sausages into 3 or 4 pieces per sausage. Place the sausage pieces on the pan with the veggies.Place pan in the oven and bake for 30 minutes.Remove and serve!

 

Step by step:


1. Preheat oven to 450 degrees.Wash a cut Peppers and onions into strips. Wash and cut potatoes too.

2. Place all of the cut veggies onto a large baking sheet.Toss veggies with olive oil and seasonings.

3. Cut sausages into 3 or 4 pieces per sausage.

4. Place the sausage pieces on the pan with the veggies.

5. Place pan in the oven and bake for 30 minutes.

6. Remove and serve!


Nutrition Information:

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153k Calories
3g Protein
3g Total Fat
28g Carbs
22% Health Score
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Calories
153k
8%

Fat
3g
6%

  Saturated Fat
0.57g
4%

Carbohydrates
28g
9%

  Sugar
5g
6%

Cholesterol
0.19mg
0%

Sodium
611mg
27%

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Protein
3g
7%

Vitamin C
122mg
149%

Potassium
742mg
21%

Vitamin B6
0.4mg
20%

Manganese
0.3mg
15%

Folate
55µg
14%

Copper
0.26mg
13%

Fiber
3g
13%

Phosphorus
106mg
11%

Magnesium
39mg
10%

Vitamin B3
1mg
10%

Vitamin B1
0.14mg
10%

Iron
1mg
8%

Vitamin K
6µg
6%

Vitamin B5
0.5mg
5%

Vitamin B2
0.07mg
4%

Zinc
0.59mg
4%

Vitamin E
0.54mg
4%

Calcium
35mg
4%

Vitamin A
128IU
3%

Selenium
1µg
2%

covered percent of daily need
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