I am a big fan of sausage. I put it in my eggs in the morning and in a tortilla for lunch and if I could it would be in most of my dinners. The problem is that in my blissful twenties I could eat it and not care what was in it. Thou I don’t like to I have read the articles about how they put ever kind of gross thing in them, and worse yet I actually read the label of my favorite Chorizo to find to my horror just what I had put in me all those years.  So I started buying healthier versions, made with things I can pronounce, and while they are better for me most of them just aren’t as good as the artery clogging originals from my youth. I have even attempted to make my own to recapture some of the flavor I miss but I have not perfected mine and no matter how close I get ground turkey will never replace cheek fat and lymph nodes. So I will suffer through and do what others “old guys” do, tell my kids how much better it was in the old days.