They say you should never watch sausage being made because after seeing the process, you won't want to eat it. That wasn't the case for me, I would come home from school and watch my grandfather hand crank and press homemade sausage meat through his old machine while my Sicilian grandmother tied off the casings. You definitely wanted some after that. Those weren't sausages, they were little meat-flavored packets of love.

I just spend a full weekend with a great group of GP folks working on a different kind of sausage: new GP certification exams set to debut at reIMAGINE 2...

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