Conecuh Sausage has a Fan Club

I’ve told you this before, but it bears repeating: I love Conecuh Sausage.  Conecuh Sausage is the best smoked sausage in the world.  Really.  It’s made and hickory smoked in Evergreen, Alabama, which is the best-smelling town in the world.  You probably haven’t had it unless you live in the South, Detroit, or on a military base.  Nothing is too good for our men and women in uniform.

And now, as reports, Conecuh Sausage has a Fan Club on Facebook, of which I am now one of over 3,300 members.  It  has lots of recipes, testimonials, and announcements of products (the new cracked pepper sausage and hot dogs), sales at various grocery stores (BOGO at Publix!), and events.  If I had joined earlier, I would have alerted you to the Conecuh Sausage Festival, held on October 18-21 this year, with a rodeo, air show, car show, music, crafts, and, of course, lots of Conecuh Sausage.   Next year.  I’m not real big on festivals as a rule, but I’ll jump at a chance to get to Evergreen.  There are a lot of lovely people there.

The Fan Club Godfather is David Webb of Mobile, whose license tag says CONECUH.  It used to say CON3CUH, but he was able to erase that minor indignity when he renewed his tag and found the “official” spelling was available.  Mr. Webb keeps about 20 pounds on hand, but gets another hundred pounds when he needs it.  He’s a member of one of the Carnival societies in Mobile, which has a major Mardi Gras celebration, second only to the one in New Orleans.  Okay, I give you Rio, but I’m talking USA.  As a society member, David throws things to the crowds from his float, and last go-’round he got 100 pounds of Conecuh Sausage to throw.  Beads, schmeads.*

I was planning to order Conecuh Sausage to give as Christmas gifts to friends and neighbors — not that my neighbors aren’t friends, but you know what I mean.  You can’t get it anywhere near Washington, DC, where I live, unless you’re in the service, in which case you don’t have to drive much more than 100 miles each way.  But my Army days are far behind me.  The problem is that it has to be shipped overnight — shipping is $120 for a six-pound order —  and that’s a bit rich for my blood.  I need to do some thinking.  Suggestions are welcome.


Speaking of Mardi Gras beads, back in the day I was in the Justice Department’s Office of Legislative Affairs — not that kind of affairs — for a while. The head of the office, Robert Raben, brought in a King Cake and a bunch of beads to honor Mardi Gras.  I left with beads around my neck and went straight to the White House for a National Security Council  meeting about something.   (If I told you, I’d have to … go to jail.)  I continued to wear the Mardi Gras beads as I went into the White House and throughout the entire meeting, and not one of the 12-15 people in a cramped conference room said a word about  the beads.  I did get a high five from an entry gate Secret Service agent from Louisiana.  People here in DC need to get out more.


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