My Adventures with Camel

My husband is an adventurous lad. Camel sausages sounded like a good way to take the Bahrain bull by the horns. I was skeptical, but being the dutiful wife, I decided to try my hand at some very ethnic food. I cooked the sausages like I would Italian sausages, but as soon as I began to handle them I smelled the strong whiff of clove. So, pretending they were Italian sausages was not going to happen. What goes well with clove? the local pumpkin. As wonderful a job as I did with the presentation, they were still camel. It was gamey, and the clove was not ground enough with left offensive hard bits of wood amongst the meat. It was edible, and the veg I accompanied it with was spot on. However, they were still camel sausages. No amount of Stacey's ability to jiggy in the kitchen was going to cure them of their camelness. So, I will stick to the frozen Johnsonville in the NEX. Thank you.