Salsiccie e Patate alla Paesana

When I was a young girl in Romagna, my father had a farm, run, like nearly every farm then in Italy, on a crop-sharing basis. The owner supplied, a house to live in, the peasants the labor, and they divided the proceeds more or less equally, depending on the watchfulness of the former and the craftiness of the latter. My father often took me along on his tours of inspection. I loved the outing, which included, if we timed it well, an invitation to eat at the farmhouse. It was wonderful food