Which is just another -deliberately pretentious-way of saying that last night following a throwdown with my homeboy Bacchus, I tried to post this but gave up after typing the opening sentence, what, 10-15 times? Wow, was that ever frustrating! Almost as frustrating as opening a bag of sausage casing and finding that once again you have unwittingly conducted an uncontrolled experiment in knot theory. Your sausage casings, which came from the supply people, neatly looped and tied into a hank, is now a bird's nest. So now you have to spend minutes that seem like days untangling this ball of salt encrusted guts or -if you are like me- you spend 3 minutes grappling before you grab a knife and cut the bloody mess into coctail-frank sized bites.
Of course, this stupid, counterproductive and financially punishing waste of time could have been avoided if you had taken apart the hank in an orderly way instead of yanking the thing apart as soon as you opened the bag.
Here is one way to handle a hank of hog casings so that they don't end up looking like a Medusa's mantle of dessicated snakes. If you have another method I'd like to hear about it. This one is not perfect, but it's a helluva lot better than doing nothing.