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Boudin
Out in the wilds of central Texas, there's a little town, Paige. In Paige somewhere, is the Old Frontier restaurant/beer hall/sausage factory/general store. If you look closely, it appears that Lester may have divorced Vickie, or maybe Vickie resigned. Unfortunately, there's a Camel-smoking Vickie inside, and I was too shy to ask her what her new status is.

Besides, it's not all that important. As fate would have it, there is a mighty fine sausage enterprise out in the back, where they make a variety of questionable stuff. Smoked garlic sausage, turkey jerky, unsmoked ungarlic sausage, and Boudin.

And Vickie, whichever Vickie she is, gave me a sample when I inquired about the Boudin. A BIG sample, about a pound. It's made of crawfish (mudbugs!), pork, rice for filler, and "spices", the nature of which Lester will defend with his life. I got so full I didn't buy any, but went home with the smoked garlic sausage, and an excuse to come back again later.