I hate Smoked Sausage and Fried Potatoes.

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I would dread the summer time and the one week that my mom and sisters would head off to Church Camp. It wasn’t that I missed my mom, I did miss her, but the dreadful aspect of her leaving was that my dad would have to cook for me. My dad was not a bad cook he just didn’t take any time plan our meals. Pop’s idea of planning our meals was to by a 25 pound bag of potatoes and 10 pounds of smoked sausage. That meant smoked sausage and fried potatoes every night until mother returned.

I don’t think I ever had a good piece of smoked sausage or properly fried potatoes. Pop always gave me the bend in sausage. It would never lay flat in the frying pan. If something doesn’t lay flat in a frying pan it will not get cooked properly. One part of the sausage would always be burnt and the rest would be cold. As far as fried potatoes; Pop would start frying the potatoes and retreat to the front room for the six o’clock news. Sometime during the news he would remember the potatoes on the stove. One side of the potatoes would be burnt while one side would not be done.  

To this day I hate smoked sausage but I hate fried potatoes even more!

There is more to this story that I’ll share at another time.