No matter where I travel, I smell like Wishek sausage. I drop off my work clothes that need dry cleaning on Tuesdays at the local grocery store. They are delivered back to the grocery store on Fridays. Sausage is being smoked sometimes throughout the week. But it’s always freshly smoked on Saturdays. And if my clothes aren’t immediately picked up on Fridays, they start to smell like the famous sausage. My clothes often soak in the smells of Wishek sausage as they hang in the front of the grocery store waiting for me to retrieve them.
There have been times I have been out of state and I have madly texted my husband, “Please go pick up my dry cleaning!” I didn’t want to smell like sausage. Then I quit fighting my anxiety of smelling like sausage. After all, it’s what we are famous for in our corner of the prairie.