How anyone can be so clever with his hands is a mystery to me!
THURSDAY, DECEMBER 10, 1942
Dearest Kitty, Mr. van Daan used to be in the meat, sausage and spice business.
He was hired for his knowledge of spices, and yet, to our great delight, it's his sausage talents that have come in handy now.
We ordered a large amount of meat (under the counter, of course) that we were planning to preserve in case there were hard times ahead.
Mr. van Daan decided to make bratwurst, sausages and mettwurst.
I had fun watching him put the meat through the grinder: once, twice, three times.
Then he added the remaining ingredients to the ground meat and used a long pipe to force the mixture into the casings.
We ate the bratwurst with sauerkraut for lunch, but the sausages, which were going to be canned, had to dry first,
so we hung them over a pole suspended from the ceiling.
Everyone who came into the room burst into laughter when they saw the dangling sausages. It was such a comical sight.
The kitchen was a shambles. Mr. van Daan, clad in his wife's apron and looking fatter than ever, was working away at the meat.
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