Meat swamp
If making liver sausage with your father doesn't turn you into a vegetarian, then I'd say that there's nothing that will. Here are some key phrases that turned up during the making-sausage-from-scratch process:
"...smells like petting zoo..."
"...looks just like pus..."
"...meat swamp..."
"...my eyes are sealed shut..."
And yet, the final product is delicious?
Yes.
"ma'am"
9 Comments:
Ick...
But I do love sausage just not that kind.
Come on seriously what do you expect from me when you write about sausage...
oh yeah??? At Thanksgiving my family butchered 4 hogs, 8 cows, and 11 deer. Now doesn't that sound really good? :D
Farm girls rule! Nothing could change me into a vegetarian. I like meat too much despite seeing hogs being butchered, turkeys being dressed, cows grinded up for hamburger, deers skinned, etc... Although, I have never seen sausages being made. It must be a man territory since I've done all of the above. Humft.
Ugh.
Yeah...the things that remind you of family. When I drove back to Minneapolis I stopped by our abandoned farm, which I hadn't visited in 11 years...As I was climbing the (ghetto) ladder in the grainery, I set my hand on some soggy pidgeon poop, looked at it and said, "Awwwwww. This is so nostalgic for me."
The party? I dunno. I'm scared. Me, scared? Naw, psssh.
But I am.
Also, when I was a young farm girl, my dad used to butcher our chickens and we used to think it was the coolest thing ever to run away screaming when they flopped around headless. And then we collected their feet and set them in trees to ward off evil spirits. Wait, did I just say that out loud?
heh, I've seen my fair share of butchering AND sausage making ... Ah the good ole days..sigh.
I am a vegetarian and I think I will stay a vegetarian! Mmm .. do you see that carrot over there, its MINE! You can have the sausage though.
Hey, Hoss...
Meat Swamp....I laughed until I stopped! Then I vividly remembered back to the day....
The setting:
Three male figures semi-circle around a meat-grinding/chipper-shreading contraption and a big vat of some "swampy" matter. I turned and mixed another drink. Thinking curiously to myself, "Hmmm, are these the first, or were there others?"
Great laugh and memory!
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