My mother used to pack Polish Sausage from Elizabeth, New Jersey in her suitcase when flying home from her annual visit to her mother's. There was nothing available in Columbus, Ohio, where we lived that compared with that sausage from NJ.
That was in the 60's, and my mother was a modern career woman, though the picture of a woman with sausage in her luggage brings up an entirely different image in our heads, doesn't it?
Now my 20 year old son, who flies up to Chicagoland every summer and winter to stay with his dad for a few weeks brings home sausages in HIS luggage from Lange's Meat Market in Michigan City, IN. We live in Georgia now, and don't get good smoked meats often. He brings a couple kinds of dry sticks of salami, some Polish, some jerky....
Last time he came home and opened the suitcase in the living room, and all those smells came wafting out, it reminded me of my mother's treats - I had totally forgotten about her tradition until that moment. It's nice that family traditions live on...
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