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by circlecross » Mon Aug 27, 2012 17:36
My grandfather was one of those old time craftsmen. He grew and harvested his own corn, Fed it to his own hogs, which he butchered himself. He made his own hams, bacon, and sausage. He had a wooden smokehouse, tall and large enough to walk in. It had a small stone exterior firebox. As a child, I was ordered to keep a tiny fire of hickory going in the firebox. It delighted me to have such an important job, and it kept me happy and busy for hours.! Years later, I finally figured out that grandpa was keeping me out of the way as he and my uncle and my dad were cooking off White Lightning in the barn.
Sausage King of Love County!