Sausages

[huncamunca]

Huncamunca acres were lucky enough to get a couple of Kg of sausages from a well known local Butcher where people queue up ,this weekend. for free.

I dont do sausages, but compared the the stuff we usually feed the staff, they did seem extraordinarily greasy & the grill was about 3M deep in porky lard.

is this usual for sausages ?

[Moos]

Perhaps you were served soft white underbelly by mistake, goodness knows why.

[Ted Max]

Snorky at the BBQ in his Kath Kidston apron, bottle of something for over a tenner from Green & Blue on the go, Groove Armada and Air providing the vibe.

He tosses a morsel of a grilled Moxon's scallop to his favourite cat Snorkles.

Yep, buying the hut in Whitstable was the best decision he ever made.

[Jeremy]

Don't forget the royal wedding memorabilia on the walls.

[Moos]

It would certainly be the ironic Oliver Bonas kind: a tea-towel with 'Thanks for the day off'. Mrs. Snorks has a T-shirt with 'It Could Have Been Me' in diamant?, but she knows Snorky doesn't like her wearing it, it makes him a bit jealous.

[Michael Palaeologus]

Was this a Corporal Jones "I've slipped an extra sausage in for you Mrs Fox" gift perchance?

[david_carnell]

The oh-so-ironic "Keep Calm and Carry On" sign hanging on the kitchen wall reminds him to take a deep breath and count-to-ten before posting on the forum.

[katie1997]

Michael Palaeologus Wrote:

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> Was this a Corporal Jones "I've slipped an extra

> sausage in for you Mrs Fox" gift perchance?

Dear Mr Palaeologus,

I'd like to take issue with you for having written the majority of your (5000ish) postings before I moved to ED and joined the EDF.

Dashed unfair and raaaather jolly unsporting of you old chap.

On a separate note, does anyone remember a thread in the General Issues section that got a bit heated and Sean Mac (RIP, sob etc) said "gosh, this is not just about the sausages". It was my favourite LOL post but yeah, you had to be there. Sorry can't remember the full context.

[Ted Max]

When he won the Wm Rose Butchery Masterclass in the JAGS summer fair raffle he never thought he'd actually attend but here he is, trailing in on a Thursday morning like a kid into the head teacher's office. He's one of three on the course: the other two in Boden, one has even brought his own knives.

Under tuition he dolefully mixes 2kgs of sausage meat and fat, stuffing it silently into the thick casings.

The ruined hospital moulders across the street.

At the weekend, the sausages burst and spit their fat on the grill, onto the ground, leak into the buns, secrete their shame across the hot plate. It starts, at last, to rain and everyone can go inside to eat crisps and watch BGT.

[Peckhamgatecrasher]

*swoons*

[MrBen]

And that was "Sean MacGabhann's Saturday" by the great Ted Max, the first of a series of three. It can be heard again for Medium Wave listeners at 4pm on Tuesday.

[Horsebox]

Jeremy Wrote:

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> Don't forget the royal wedding memorabilia on the

> walls.

And the collection of original Banksys, languishing away in the converted basement space, awaiting the day that their value will appreciate.

[Annette Curtain]

Maybe...?

 

[helena handbasket]

We need more sausages.

 

[Jeremy]

Horsebox Wrote:

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> And the collection of original Banksys,

> languishing away in the converted basement space,

> awaiting the day that their value will appreciate.

To be fair, I can't think of any other reason to own them.

[Frankito]

The Banksy sausage thing is rather creepy.

[Huguenot]

His heart flutters momentarily as he suffers a spasm of anxiety about his identity crisis, but it was a feeling he was quick to subdue. The children chasing around his feet filled him with an uncomplicated joy that easily relegated cares and concerns to a dusty cellar.

Ruffling the tousled hair of his eldest, he navigated his way through the havoc whilst tugging the faux tuxedo oilskin apron over his head. Despite the way he carefully arranged it on the ornately carved wooden wall rack, he couldn't escape an uneasy feeling that something was remiss.

Ah! That was it! He carefully shifted the apron down two hooks and twitched it slightly to expose the full text of the engraving... 'You don't have to be mad to live here, but it sure helps!'.

He smiled quietly to himself, lost in admiration at the way that friends you've yet to make could capture his household bliss with such sweet simple words.

[mockney piers]

Hmm, are we sure the apron doesn't have a square and compass depicted upon it?