The Battle of the Sausage Log

In Christmas's past our neighbor, David Hobgood, would bring over a sausage log that he had made from scratch. It was always so good and we looked forward to it every year.

Well, my father and I finally got the recipe from David...after swearing to utter secrecy...and began to make it ourselves. As the "cook" I felt perfectly able to make a log to smite any other...meaning Dad's. It finally became a competition as to who could make the better log. For a while I though I had him too; however, after today I have relinquished the crown of the sausage log king to dad!
Touche'