Thank you Shel for making me laugh so hard. That's amazing! I've always felt I was born in the wrong decade.
This reminds me of Upton Sinclair's THE JUNGLE book. But regarding sausages and women, "if you want to enjoy the experience, never watch the preparation of either."
I once heard of a woman's hair being caught in one of the wings they mix flour with. You've gotta know how bread is made in some factories -- they use a giant machinery similar to the one that mixes eggs, only that instead of the egg mixer they have a double edged thick pole that curled up at each end like hooks. That would twist itself in and out of the bowl. In went one end, and out came the other. The poor woman had bent over the giant bowl for some reason and didn't duck fast enough when the wing came toward her. I was young, probably 4 years old, around 1989. She would always wear a hair net because half of her hair was missing. It was so sad. You wouldn't see ME bending over the machinery unless they were turned off. Then I'd pinch off some dough and eat it... unbaked.
Just as long as Coregonus doesn't mind that his welcome is accompanied with bizarre food stories
Bittersweetly,
Chef Ladybug.