posting poetic prose
30 Sep 2014 4 Comments
by lynn__ in Uncategorized Tags: pig, sage, sausage
leftover spices
once used for making sausage
our last pig was sold
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Mark M. Redfearn Oct 02, 2014 @ 13:12:17
…and now no use for the sage…
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lynndiane Oct 02, 2014 @ 15:15:53
I am slowly using the spices stashed with meat grinder in other dishes…
Gabriella Oct 01, 2014 @ 00:31:35
Not sure what to think about this. Does this make you sad or do you plan to have more later?
lynndiane Oct 01, 2014 @ 02:45:38
Sad there will be no more homemade sausage…none of us really miss the pigs 😉
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Oct 02, 2014 @ 13:12:17
…and now no use for the sage…
Oct 02, 2014 @ 15:15:53
I am slowly using the spices stashed with meat grinder in other dishes…
Oct 01, 2014 @ 00:31:35
Not sure what to think about this. Does this make you sad or do you plan to have more later?
Oct 01, 2014 @ 02:45:38
Sad there will be no more homemade sausage…none of us really miss the pigs 😉