Sausages festooned the old cold room, hanging from hooks in the ceiling and lying on shelves, some in ropes and some singly. Those from the Cotton farm in Bywater were of pork seasoned with sage and other herbs. Those made by the Strawflowers were of beef and were huge, smoked over smoldering cherry wood. Cousin Wisteria mixed dried tomatoes, peppers, and onions into her sausage. But Frodo’s favorites were those made by his cousin Daisy and her husband Griffo Boffin, with bits of apple in them.
Frodo stood in the center of the room and took a deep, appreciative sniff.