Growing up, sausage-making was an annual mid-winter event in my family. At first, “the team” comprised my parents and maternal grandparents. Once my grandparents were gone, we helped my parents a few times.
In time, there was no one left to make sausage, but we were left with all the equipment - some of it fashioned by my millwright father. It was time to dust it all off and we resurrected the tradition in 2015.
Working with several versions of my mother’s handwritten notes combined with some sausage research we came up with this kolbasz recipe that triggers all the right food memories.
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