Holy Smoke!

Why we'll be smoking sausages at events from now on

It's unexpected, but Oliver has turned out to be right about something. This is unprecedented in the course of our marriage. It may only be about the matter of sausages, but to us it's a big thing. Over the years, we have agreed. I am generally right, and he is generally wrong. Obviously he continues to disagree with me even though he realises this, on principle. 

Things I’ve been right about include coming to Australia, moving to Tasmania, and having children, although the jury’s still out on that one. But it turns out that Oliver is proven right about using the smoker to cook our gourmet sausages at events. 

Oliver made all four of our smokers himself. They stand around our bush block looking a bit like Ned Kelly costumes. Each one is bigger than the last. They're made from barrels, steel boxes and old air compressors and Oliver entertains himself by carving a pig face into the fire chamber. The latest is made from a double fridge he brought home from the tip. One day I’ll push him too far and you’ll find me swinging in there by the ankles in a fog of apple smoke.

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