I went to put my Christmas date squares in the garage deep freeze the other day, opened it up and got a substantial whiff of hot Italian sausage. Why does my freezer smell like sausage, you ask?
Well, once a year, Ian and his retired Scouting buddies get a hankering for sausages. I don't mean that they BBQ up a few sausages to quell their craving - that would be too easy. Instead they buy boxes and boxes of pork (not to mention Ian's goose meat) and make close to a thousand homemade sausages. Thank goodness, these are split among seven families and even then they last us the entire year.
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| Goose leg bones. |
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| A hunting season's worth of goose meat. |
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| Ground goose mixed with pork, making its way into sausages. |
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Sausage making men hard at work.
It is around this time that the inappropriate sausage jokes abound and I make myself scarce. |
Liam and Seamus love sausage nights. There is nothing more fun for them than getting to hang with the men, stuffing meat into intestines. Must be a guy thing.
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