One summer, many years ago, I was home from university (and actually one which wasn’t many miles from Newcastle-under-Lyme) and got a job in a sausage factory. The very worst job in the place was making the faggots. The mixture plopped out of the bottom of this huge hopper into your bare hands, two at a time, and you had to put them into a foil container. You had to be quick because a few seconds later another pair of faggots would plop out and you’d repeat the process. The mixture stunk – it was basically every scrap of food that had fallen off the other lines, swept up and dropped into the top of the hopper. After an eight-hour shift your hands stunk. I went back to college in September and I swear my hands still smelled of the mixture when I was home again putting up the Christmas tree…
Danny is a founder, past president, and creative director of the Kansas City Irish Fest. He lives in Kansas City, Missouri, the greatest city in America. He's authored Tir na Blog since 2006.
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One summer, many years ago, I was home from university (and actually one which wasn’t many miles from Newcastle-under-Lyme) and got a job in a sausage factory.
The very worst job in the place was making the faggots. The mixture plopped out of the bottom of this huge hopper into your bare hands, two at a time, and you had to put them into a foil container. You had to be quick because a few seconds later another pair of faggots would plop out and you’d repeat the process.
The mixture stunk – it was basically every scrap of food that had fallen off the other lines, swept up and dropped into the top of the hopper. After an eight-hour shift your hands stunk. I went back to college in September and I swear my hands still smelled of the mixture when I was home again putting up the Christmas tree…
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