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First Reading

Bullus Hutton  •  Link

Mmmmmm.. sausages
There has never been anything in the world like the British banger.
They certainly pulled our navy through WW2, can anyone ever forget Stanley Baker in the Cruel Sea sitting down to sausages in the wardroom "Good-oh, Snorkers again!" whatever the name they went by throughout the generations, I never met one I didn't like.
As a kid in North Yorkshire I remember flushing hot water through those miles of intestines so we could use them for casings to stuff the splendid chomped-up meat into. As I grew up,I learned to trust those English companies (like Walls Sausages) to deliver a fine product, and even now am happy to spend extra bucks to recapture that chubby rush.
Great to know Sam was enjoying them back then .. why not,they were perhaps not very sanitary, but I'm sure they were delicious.
I bet the best ones came from up north!

vicente  •  Link

Sasage; a great device to get rid of left overs from the butchers block. waste not want knot.

Second Reading

San Diego Sarah  •  Link

According to John Thomas Smith, who drew the street hawkers in London, which led him to look back at images from earlier centuries. He was a colourful character who claimed to have been born in the back of a Hackney carriage, and became the keeper of prints at the British Museum and demonstrated a superlative draftsmanship in his vivid street portraits – with such keen likenesses that, on one famous occasion, his subjects became suspicious he was working for the police and a mob chased him down the street in Whitechapel.

People like Samuel Pepys had collected prints of the Cries of London of their day and from their past. The prints shown here are Smith’s drawings of those prints from the 17th century which especially appealed to him, and that he discovered in the course of his work as an archivist.

Why post these fabulous pictures under Sausages?

A drawing of a Sausages Vendor (Copied from a print published by Overton in the reign of Charles II)

“The pork shops of Fetter Lane have been, for upwards of 150 years, famous for their sausages, but those wretched vendors of sausages who cared not what they made them of in cellars in St. Giles were continually persecuting their unfortunate neighbours, to whom they were as offensive as the melters of tallow, bone burners, soap boilers and cat gut cleaners.”

Sausage anyone? -- don't wait for me.

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