One camping trip to the Everglades a couple years ago, we woke up on a nice cool morning for some breakfast.
Sitting around the fire, we had eggs, sausage, orange juice, a very good breakfast. As we finished, my mom asked how we liked the sausage. I said it was good, a little chewy but good, my wife said the same.
"Oh good, that was some elk sausage your cousin had given us in Denver".
Well, I was fine with that, it was good. However, my wife, let's just say she only came into camping once we started dating. So she isn't exactly "experienced" in some of the more adventorous ways of camping grub. She still had a half a piece of sausage in her mouth that quickly was spit into the trash can...lol.
In fact, I just called her to ask her if she wanted some elk sausage and she responded with "I'm never eating sausage your mom makes again". She just doesn't understand why someone would want to eat elk
