May 2011
Tuesday 17th May - 7pm
Sausage tasting night at The Blue Boar Maldon, bring a pack of your favourite sausages to share and we will get the Blue Boar to cook them.
Sausage and Mash
If there’s a dish
For which I wish
More frequent than the rest,
If there’s a food
On which I brood
When starving or depressed,
If there’s a thing that life can give
Which makes it worth our while to live
If there’s an end
On which I’d spend
My last remaining cash,
It’s a sausage, friend,
It’s a sausage, friend,
It’s a sausage, friend, and mash.
When Love is dead,
Ambition fled,
And pleasure, Lad, and Pash,
You’ll still enjoy,
A sausage, boy,
A sausage, boy and mash.’
Sausage by Raymond A. Foss
Forget the frank,
Give me the Fenway sausage.
Lansdowne or Yawkey,
Just give me the street, the crowds, the carts.
Sausage you shrug, you the reader
Of this trifle, this whimsy
What do I mean, me the storyteller
Read on.
Peppers and onions
Tease the tongue
Bun and hot mustard
Set the stage
The scorched and blackened piece of meat
Reminds me of every one
Eaten before
So much memory
Of family and fun
Of ballgames, tailgates, and the carnie
A cacophony of moments
Drip with grease
Do you smell it too on the smoky hot grill?
My lips curl with a smirk
Writing these lines
As I laugh to myself
Of the pleasures of excess
The lusty gluttony
Of another one.