Smoked Sausage

I don’t remember how my father preserved our sausage, but I do remember that (1) it wasn’t left in the smokehouse for very long and that (2) it was very, very good. A local character of my acquaintance was a sort of overseer for a large farm run by a Ford dealer, who was said (at one time) to have sold more Ford tractors than any other man in the world. The dealer liked to take this character on long trips, and they always sampled the vittles in the local restaurants, swanky or otherwise. O