Looking out my Backdoor: When summer sausage is a slice of bliss
Last updated 1/14/2021 at 8:39am
Jim from Missouri, funny how we label people, isn’t it, was talking with me the other day, distanced and masked, when, in an idle comment, I mentioned that I miss summer sausage, a treat that ordinarily I wouldn’t give thought to since if I had a hankering, in my previous lives, I could go to the grocery and buy a chunk. Or a friend might gift me a chunk of deer sausage after a successful hunt.
Our spicy chorizo sausage is easily obtainable here in Jalisco, and like elsewhere, everybody makes it differently. Generally it is rather soft and juicy, lovely in an egg scramble or mashed in...