Beef Summer

Dad brought home some summer sausage from Minneapolis. He made it with Uncle B and Corrie. Look at those sweet mahogany casings. Uncle B has a sausage making store like, three minutes from his house. Dad has to get all his in Buffalo.

They made more than summer sausage though, there were bratwursts, kielbasa, hot Italians, and some of Uncle B's home smoked ham in the cooler they shipped home. B has a smoker and one day on his trip they sat by it and maintained a temp of 180 degrees for 8 hours. I wonder what they did all that time, just staring at the smoker? I think Mum knows.

All I can say is: Risk of Deliciousness? High to Extremely High.