Seeing that smoke house brings back memories. In the town I was raised in back in the late 50's and 60's we had a butcher shop that did their own smoking and that aroma drifting through the air was delightful. Now, on the other end of town we had a potato chip factory and there were days that the would fry the chips when the butcher was smoking the bacon. When those two aromas hit each other it was like home fries and bacon. BOY WAS THAT GREAT.
Seeing that smoke house brings back memories. In the town I was raised in back in the late 50's and 60's we had a butcher shop that did their own smoking and that aroma drifting through the air was delightful. Now, on the other end of town we had a potato chip factory and there were days that the would fry the chips when the butcher was smoking the bacon. When those two aromas hit each other it was like home fries and bacon. BOY WAS THAT GREAT.