I actually made sausage for a couple months every year as a kid for the church sausage and pancake breakfasts when I went to catholic school. It was during winter so it was cold and didn’t smell that bad but watching cleaned carcasses get turned into sausage links really wasn’t that bad. I got to put the casing on the grinder and feed the pork bits in to make the actual sausage, twisting the links and everything. We literally did this shit in the school cafeteria. That was still the best fuckin sausage I’ve ever had. Anyway now I’m an atheist and I still eat sausage occasionally but really it’s the killing and butchering that’s the rough part. I did not participate in that as a kid. Or adult.
Oh you poor thing…
Ehh… it wasn’t horrific or anything, just not something I’d want to do again. Sometimes it’s best to not know how the sausage is made.
I actually made sausage for a couple months every year as a kid for the church sausage and pancake breakfasts when I went to catholic school. It was during winter so it was cold and didn’t smell that bad but watching cleaned carcasses get turned into sausage links really wasn’t that bad. I got to put the casing on the grinder and feed the pork bits in to make the actual sausage, twisting the links and everything. We literally did this shit in the school cafeteria. That was still the best fuckin sausage I’ve ever had. Anyway now I’m an atheist and I still eat sausage occasionally but really it’s the killing and butchering that’s the rough part. I did not participate in that as a kid. Or adult.