Receiving an sms from Big Bro the other weekend I couldn’t help but feel envious when I heard he was at our parents’ place, watching them make sausages with Dad’s makeshift contraption that resembles a massive syringe.
I remember when I was a kid helping Dad out with the same syringe, watching with fascination as the minced meat mix would fill the washed pork intestines and spiral onto the bench as freshly-made sausages before being hung and smoked for hours on end. Sadly with almost 1000 km between us there was no chance I’d get there in time with my camera so I could share the experience with you all, but what I can share is this recipe for Mum’s potato soup that she made for my brother after they were done with the sausages.
I haven’t had this soup for almost twenty years and missed it dearly, but now that I have been given the recipe I can make it any time. The quantities I’ve provided are my own as the instructions given from Mum via my brother were a little vague, to say the least. It tastes just as I remember it, so that’s all that matters.