Curse you, Asterix the Gaul!
A few years ago the tribe went to Parc Asterix for the day. Rather than taking along a cheapskate picnic we decided to eat in one of the caffs. As we trundled along the display I spied some very tasty-looking rustic sausages and decided to have some. Mrs Jannie was going to have them but changed to ham at the last minute.

We sat down, I took a bite of sausage and couldn't do anything but spit it back onto the plate. I've never tasted anything so vile in my life before or since; it's one of those experiences where the foulness fills your whole head. Meanwhile, a French family arrived at the table next to us, all bearing plates of interesting sausages. They piled into them as if they would be their last meal. Funny lot, foreigners.

I shared my better half's ham and only found out later that these were andouillettes, a speciality of Lyon. I also found out that they're mainly filled with chopped pig guts. That explained a lot.
(The Jannie, Thu 26 May 2011, 18:16, Reply)