Wednesday's Hunt for Hunter Sausage

Funny sidebar: Jake and I both have a big Jones for the hunter sausage that the Smoke House (a small butcher shop/party store located near our old, old house on Palms Road in Columbus) makes. So whenever either of us gets up that way, we make a side trip and pick up a couple of pounds of it. About two feet long and an inch thick, linked together by the casing, it is the perfect snack, especially with beer. Fresh, they are a little greasy, but hung up to dry for a week or so, they make a satisfying crunch when you bite them. And, the taste? Oh my! I always brought a ton of them back in the day when Leon, B___ and I (and, eventually, Jake) went bow hunting for whitetail deer.

Anyway, Jake's been fantasizing about them recently (probably because it's close to deer hunting season). He finally gave up and located a Kowalski store nearby that advertised them. He said the taste was about right, but they are only 8 inches long and maybe a half inch thick. He is experimenting to see if, left out to dry, they will get the right consistency. But, all his talk got my mouth watering, too.

But, I wanted something more like the ones from the Smoke House. So, I searched online for a nearby butcher and found one at Telegraph and Joy Road (about two miles from here). I read the reviews and they said they had "sausage to die for!" So, tonight, I went there after work, and, yes, it is an old time butcher market (now I know where to go to get specialty cuts of meat). But, when I asked the butcher if they had hunter sausage, he said, "Yes, right over there." I looked and they were about 8 inches long and maybe a half inch thick. I asked, "Do you make them yourself?" and he said, "No, they are the Kowalski brand." I bought a pound, but made a solemn vow: Dammit! The search is still on!

When I got home, I folded the clothes in the dryer and then put together a plastic shelving unit I picked up for the downstairs closet (its just wasted space right now).

Then I got out the blower and blew the dust and grass off the two back patios the concrete pad under the picnic table and the pad under the trailers. I noticed just how dusty everything was on the patio, so I took the hose and rinsed off the chair, tables and the pad itself. Then I hooked up the hose to feed the back sprinkler and, at 8:15 PM went inside.

I set the timer for the sprinkler and warmed up to big pieces of the Irish pot pie. This time I did enjoy it with a pint of Guinness (it sounded so good when I wrote that yesterday; I picked some up on the way home).

I turned off the sprinkler in the dark and disconnected it. Then I watched TV until bedtime.