There is an expression, an age old axiom that warns against watching sausage being made. Enjoy the finished product, sure, but if you watch the inelegant and unappetizing manner in which it is made, you might not like what you see. And that could set you headed for the door. As the saying goes, of course.

So, I had a chance to watch the sausage being made and thought I’d document the process, start to end.

Bottom line: I get where the expression comes from but was never once dissuaded from enjoying the spoils. There was much too much joy in the air for all that.

And yes, the sausage was delicious.