Odin looking at me like ” where’s the bacon man, you promised me bacon damn you” I’m probably looking right back at him with the look of ” I did what the recipe called for bucko, don’t blame me”.
Great flavor overall, just missing the bacon flavor which the point of making it.
I know a Polish guy, I’m also not asking him anything, who the hell digs out a section of the crumbing basement wall only to hang visqueen for the winter than wonders and complains about his heating bills. The Maki boys came to mind, they are of Scottish blood, I’d bet a nickle they don’t know anything about polish sausage.
I’m sipping coffee out here looking at my front yard and thinking, Chance, stick with what ya know.
Odin, you like water to much, you stay here an watch how it’s done, I’ll be back in about half hour still in plain sight. Remember Odin, when in doubt, go fishing. Long story short, Odin likes grilled whitefish Fresh mind you.
Always had good luck at fishing, could be I was taught proper
John 21:6
Take only what ya need, you be fine
Some may ask ” what you think about while on the water”
Well stuff like “are we yet”