I got a Christmas gift from my employers. It was a sausage.
A Spanish chorizo, to be precise. And two bottles of Spanish wine. My colleague and I all got the same, and great hilarity abounded throughout my office as some of us hadn’t had a sausage in quite some time.
Sausages are produced in virtually every European country, indeed worldwide, in various forms, and each country is justifiably proud of their technique and dimensions. The excited chattering of my colleagues on receiving this generous gift transcended the language barrier, and length, thickness, meatiness, curve, shape, aroma and colour of each country’s respective pride and joy were discussed. Sausages were compared from different EU countries – or should I say Member States. I myself am partial to a bit of black pudding, although if I can’t get my hands on that I’ll happily chomp on a nice juicy German Bockwurst between a couple of toasted buns.
My Belgian colleague favours the Ardennes sausage, which is small but very hard. Her French boss was bragging about all the varieties of French sausage – Toulouse, garlic, andouillette, saucisson. It is well known that the French use donkey meat in their saucissons which hang up in the supermarkets. Hence the expression “hung like a donkey”. In France you also find the exotic Merguez mutton sausage from North Africa - which is is hot and spicy and bright red. My Polish colleague spoke proudly about his country’s national treasure, the kabanos, which is long, thin and bendy, best smoked and enjoyed after a few glasses of vodka.
The Italian Corridor gesticulated noisily about their salami, with lots of expansive hand gestures to indicate length and girth. I think one or two of them were exaggerating just to impress the ladies. I smiled to myself, thinking of Bert. He, being German, is the sausage king, the Furst of Wurst, if you will, with more varieties than you can dip in a bucket of mustard. Bockwurst, Bratwurst, Münchener Weisswurst, Frankfurter, Leberwurst, Berliner Currywurst, Wiener … there is a Place Wiener in Brussels, but since the extension of the 94 tram route we no longer have the pleasure of seeing trams with the name “Wiener” on the front, much to the chagrin of our American friends who used to find it highly amusing for some reason.
I expounded to my Eurocomrades upon the UK's second-favourite national dish: although considered not the full shilling by our continental neighbours (especially the French, who re-label them as “preparations de porc”), a sizzling hot British banger is the best way to start the day. I especially enjoy one with some stuffing at Christmas, or lying in a fluffy bed of mashed potato smothered in thick gravy. I remember
many a happy evening ended with a saveloy after a night down the pub, back in my younger days. I did not dwell on the chipolata, which is not our greatest export, but when I described the Cumberland sausage, with its great loops, they all expressed admiration, one of the Italians applauding and crying "Bravissimo!"
Should you not have a supplier of sausage handy and wish to try making your own, I found this useful recipe on Allrecipes website, courtesy of Cheryl Wisniewski, for which you will require a firm hand and a supple wrist.
Ingredients:
- 3 pounds pork shoulder, trimmed and cubed
- 1 clove garlic
- 1 tablespoon salt
- ground black pepper to taste
- sausage casings
- In a medium bowl, mix together the pork, garlic, salt and pepper. Place on a clean smooth surface and knead, knead, knead for at least 10 or 15 minutes. The longer you knead it, the more tender your sausage will be.
- Soak the sausage casings in water for 1 or 2 minutes. Rinse the casings by sliding over the faucet. Slide the casing all the way up onto the spout of a sausage stuffing funnel. Press meat through the funnel into the casing carefully so that no air bubbles get inside. Sausages should be plump. Twist periodically to form links.
- Place sausages in a large pot with enough water to cover them. Bring to a boil, then reduce heat to low, cover the pot, and simmer for 1 hour and 15 minutes. They can be frozen after cooling. Use as you would store bought Polish Sausage.

What more can I say? I think Cheryl's said it all. I wish you much satisfaction, whether you enjoy your sausage alone or with a friend. I am looking forward to tasting my Spanish sausage, which I will savour, slowly, while admiring this photograph of a tasty Spanish morsel.
31 comments:
cumberland sausages ..... the first gift that Q ever gave me.
the romantic fool.
Well done that you mentioned the great Cumberland sausage which is better even than the Speldhurst variety. All the members of the family who fled to America still drool over British sausages. Serves 'em right!
The Great British Banger.
"Mystery bags', my mate calls 'em.
"Full of lips and a##eholes."
I think you really underestimate the humble chipolata, where would the christmas turkey be without those little fellas?? I've come over all hungry I'm off to get a bit of hot sausage inside me !!
Yummy... save me a chunk of that choriZorro and a hunk of fresh bread, will you Daffers?
Zed, I knew you would bring that up. Some northern courtship ritual no doubt. "Eeh lass, 'ere's five bushel o' black puddin' fer yer fatha, wilt thou live with me and be mahn?" No wonder Lady Chatterley couldn't resist. Mad romantic fools.
Pat, it was the loops that really impressed them. Nobody else can do that with their sausage. The septics don't really have a national sausage do they? What they call a Wiener is not even a real Viennese Wienerwurst, but a soggy mass produced Frankfurter, which in Romania is called, accurately, Kremwurst.
Tippler, if I didn't know better I'd think you were talking about sausages there.
Tat, if the little fellas are left inside too long they shrivel up and you have to stick your hand right up to winkle them out.
MK, Chorizorro (snort) you are too good. I hate it when foreigners can pun in English better than I can. The title of this post was actually coined by a Belgian, I pinched it.
Easily done with foreign words but when it comes to pun and write in English, you are waaaay better than any foreigner.
Yet another brilliant post for our delectation here, merci Daffers, exquisite style full of double entendre, bravissimo.
Now I'll have to go back and read it again!
Some small errors, but forgivable at the time of the festivals the euphoria often takes the top.
Jesus: another Lyons speciality a large sausage approximately 10 cm in diameter. With not putting in the crib (any under heard !?!?)
Grelots: Savoyard speciality, not to lose itself in mountain!
Shepherd's crooks, pretentious and yet there is no what!
Sausage with hazel nuts, without comment!
The rivet washer because of the rosy bowel of color?
And much more still there is in France so many specialities!
With much of respect
For Pat's sake I'm glad I changed my mind about posting a link to a VERY NAUGHTY (be warned Pat) full frontal of Senor Banderas and his chorizo (but if you are insatiably curious, or just insatiable, make sure the kids are out of the way and check this out.
Dip-Dop: a 10cm diameter sausage?? I think "Jesus!" is exactly what I would say.
Afflicted I missed with the duty courtesy which is miens!I like your description much.
With respect and admiration crabtree
And of course in song!
Allez, viens boire un p'tit verre à la maison,
Y' a du blanc, y'a du rouge, du saucisson
Et Gilou avec son p'tit accordéon,
Vive les bouteilles
et les copains et les chansons.
Pour pouvoir écrire l'premier couplet,
On avait des crêpes au grand marnier !
Les crêpes étaient bonnes mais trop salées,
On s'est forcé, on a tout bu
et on n'a rien mangé.
.............
J'aime le jambon et la saucisse,
Et j'aime le vin quand il est bon,
Mais j'aime encor'mieux
le lait de ma nourrice.
J'aime le jambon et la saucisse,
Et j'aime le vin quand il est bon,
J'aime le vin,
J'aime le vin quand il est bon.
Oh my godmichet that Melanie is a lucky lady !!!
You are a very lucky woman to have so many yummy sausages to savour.
What are you insinuating about Cream and I? Are you saying that he's showing me how to cook sausages properly after we paid our visit to your blog?
Merci Crabtree pour la chanson! Voici eine kleine deutschmusik:
Jawohl, jawohl,
Ich liebe Alkohol
Senora Tat, Que hombre!
Banana, either you or the Gorilla always seem to arrive just before or just after Cream - Bananas & Cream - geddit?
Oh never mind.
Die zweite Sprache meines Vaters
jawohl, jawohl, ich liebe Alkohol,
ich liebe Wodka, liebe Bier,
Oui mais avec modération, je parle de l’alcool bien entendu !
Merci jolie Daphne
I'm not a sausage-eater myself. Ice-cream licking is my pleasure, although I might have a go at an oyster if I'm in the mood.
Mmmm I LOVE chorizo. . .cut it up, warm it in your (new) microwave for 1 min and chuck it in with some rice or noodles. . .yum, another microwave recipe from the voice that knows!
I love sausages! And Chorizo (je sais que c'est du porc) is my favourite followed by Merguez.
Daphnée, I am glad you didn't forget to mention them!
We make our own, oop here.
Emailed again. Troisième fois.
Je ne sais pas ce qui ce passe.
Mr Dip-Dop is très amusing!
Really, get you - 19 comments provoked by a post about sausages. . .
OK so make that 20 now!
Banana and Cream? That is SO obscene! What kind of blog is this?
I don't know what you're on about, banana!
What's so obscene about a dessert?
I've written a post about Serrano Ham... Let's see how many comments that'll provoke.
You knew I wouldn't be able to resist and I can't find my smelling salts. Is it just a little OTT?
My Word!
Small,hard, Belgians, starting off the day with British Bangers,long, thin bendy Poles, Frenchmen Hung like a Donkey and gesticulating Italians describing their pisholottas...awesome post.
Like most people I enjoy sausage of all shapes and sizes as long as I don't think about where it has been or how it was made...
how is that for a segue?
And the funnel to slip on the sausages? this is a sacred one works to slip on the sausages, it is necessary a tact of specialist, that can to speak some to us?
Do we have the right to smoke the sausage in a public place?
Comment?
Surrealism
Groucho Marx,
Fidel Castro,
Sir Winston Leonard Alexander Spencer Churchill
Vis-a-vis a package of Knacki Herta, which! Will start?
Close, Dip-Dop, but no cigare.
Right. . .so we're STILL talking sausages?
I think Daphnée is just waiting for a link!
OK compris !
FIN
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