This is the sausage stuffing I remember from childhood. Lacking an actual recipe, I’ve had to go by my taste memory to get it right, or at least close to what my dad made. It was always my second favorite part of the meal, right behind chocolate cream pie. I had to be careful though because this was not the only kind of stuffing on the Thanksgiving table and on more than one sad occasion I found myself biting into the dreaded oyster stuffing my father was so proud of. I’m sure it was excellent if you like that sort of thing but I won’t be attempting to recreate that one. Ever.
