It was a beautiful Autumn’s evening, the sun was setting, the sky was pink, the air was brisk and I had just pulled into my parent’s driveway. As I walk through the door and into the kitchen, I spot an electronic mincer, a sausage stuffer and array of butchers knives all lined up like someone was about to perform surgery. It was sausage making time! But not just any sausage, the perfect sausage. My Dad’s mate Brooksie makes sausages every year and this time my Dad and I had the pleasure of helping out. When I say sausages, I mean all sorts of sausages, we made some hot, some not so hot, fresh sausages and even made some salami that are currently hanging, just waiting to be devoured.