The place where I use to get mine burned down so I dont' know, now. But I'll tell you this, while that place was burning, the smell on my patio would make you drool. They were a sausage compnay here in Lebanon and you could smell that cooking for miles.
As a boy, we had our own and we would get a shoat in and put it on corn for a couple weeks then dip it in boiling water and scrape the hair off and slow cook it over bitter pecan, hickory and oak for about 10 hours. We would score the skin side and rub seasoning in and then baste the inside with a milk base sauce.
Then Rudy Chevalier would show up and the music would start. We are playing a little one night and it is getting just about time to eat and we just broke out into Jole Blonde. It was something for the angels. The women all came out and just stood there and got their hankies out of their sweater sleeves and for the only time in their lives they were quiet. Rudy and Joe Lavespiere sang a harmony that just made you weep. I was playing bass and I just backed off and thumped every now and then.
When we finished, nobody said a word we just put our instruments up and Uncle Alphus hollered "Let's eat." I looked over at my aunt Jesse and she was just quitely praying and smiling like a cow eating prickly pear.