It took her a good 30 seconds of sniffing, poking, and staring before she’d
just try the damned thing.
“I don’t know about this,” Joanna said.
“Trust me — it’s different than you think it will be.”
We were in the kitchen again, this time with a platter of sausage variants that
I thought I’d try out for my column this week. Normally, Joanna will wrestle a
rabid badger over a plate of sausage, but the box of Tennessee Pride Sausage
Balls (“Taste the Pride”), made with sausage, cheddar cheese, and biscuit mix,
had her standing still with half a ball impaled on her fork, reminding me of one
more reason I’d never cross her. She finally took a bite.
“You know, that’s actually pretty good,” she said before chasing it with a
couple of Jones links, grabbing one for the road and leaving the kitchen to make
soap in her formulary.
Photo Caption: I do the heavy testing so you don’t have to.
Photo Credit: Bradford Schmidt
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