My local grocery store, The Four Season's at C-Town (and yes, the bizarre grammar is verbatim), sometimes stocks items that just feel like they come from a different time and place. Occasionally I buy them simply because they are too interesting to pass up. This past weekend I came upon this wonderful can of Prairie Belt Smoked Sausages.
So wonderful. The hearty innocent american child so happy with his plate of tiny sausages. The illustration looks like it was painted in the 50's.
Turning the can around reveals some oddly specific ingredients. Mechanically Separated Chicken!? Mmmmmmm. Do I really need to know that the meat was handled by machines? It gets better: Chicken Skins, Pork Skins... Pork Spleens... Pork Stomachs.. Couldn't they just say "Pork" and be done with it? I haven't actually opened the can yet.