They don't half like their sausages, my humans. Last night the weather was good so they ate in the garden. Martin barbecued some beautiful organic pork sausages from a small producer in Fife and served them with salad and fresh bread, and lots of mustard. The sausages were lightly flavoured with coriander and had a lovely firm texture and natural skins that crisped up nicely while cooking; they must have been made from happy pigs. Here's a photograph of the bangers sizzling away over the hot coals.
One of my readers has asked why I don't cover lunch as well as dinner in my blog. Well, there are only 24 hours in the day, and a cat of my advanced age needs to sleep for about 23, and I have grooming and eating to fit in to my day as well as blogging. The other reason is that my humans are usually out of the house when they eat lunch, so I don't always get a good look or a taste, although I sometimes see Martin preparing packed lunches in advance. Yesterday it was cottage cheese, pasta salad and a couple of tomatoes. (Of course cottage cheese wouldn't be interesting enough for Martin, so he sprinkled some spices over the top; chilli, black pepper and cummin, I think.) Today he has some cold new potatoes, some of those crab-stick things, coleslaw and black olives. Annie is going for lunch at one of my favourite fish restaurants, Two Fat Ladies, and if she tells me about it, I will report back here.
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