Some people work out on Sundays. Some people go to Mass on Sundays. Then, there are the brave few who choose to sausage on a Sunday.
And now, those people have their own weekly event: Sausage Sundays, hosted by Margaret Island in Sliema. Be you a bratwurst beginner, a frankfurt fan, or even a kielbasa killer, any event with a name like Sausage Sundays deserves your custom.
Have you ever woken up from a hard Saturday night, and just thought to yourself, “damn, a sausage would go down well right now”?
Or maybe you had a really easy Saturday evening, and woke up feeling like a sausage?
You might have even woken up early, gone for a run, swim, and jog, and realised that the best way, indeed, the only way to end your workout, is with a saucy sausage.
Some sausages need sauce – some don’t. They come in different colours, and shapes and sizes.
Sausages are the most tolerant and accepting of all the foods – as long as they can fit into a translucent casing, they can call themselves a sausage.
Fellow sausage people: Sundays have now been designated the day to meet and feast on the nectar of the butcher. Grab your favourite condiment, and do not be afraid to embrace the sausage, every Sunday.