Sometimes writing about humble food is difficult when you want to scream and change the world but oh well. I'll scream some other time, ok?
I am Polish by birth and have been eating Polish sausage my whole life. I was never particularly impressed - how can you be impressed by something so obvious? Always on hand? Then a few years ago I moved to Ireland. Since then Polish shops cropped up everywhere and getting Polish meat on the Green Island is no challenge anymore, but at the beginning I simply couldn't find it anywhere. I visited my family about two years after the big move and guess what - I nearly cried when I opened the fridge. Forget sweets and all other delicacies, sausage was what I craved most.
Inspiration for this article visited me when I was eating my fried sausage dinner one day - it was so damn good and suddenly I thought - why not write about it? I took it really seriously and during my next shopping trip bought all the props needed for a decent photo shoot - thin, dried sausage, medium versatile sausage, large sandwich sausage... That was a good week, believe me.
Polish sausage is a piece of art, full stop. I am yet to try something better in this department. If you have a chance to buy some - go for it, you will not regret it. If you need a little guide to learn how to make your choice in the sausage world - go read my article.
And bon appetit!
