after my last sausage, i was reminded of a sincerely insightful quote by young philosopher jessica simpson. when offered some delicious-looking buffalo wings by now-ex-husband nick lachey, she replied "i don't eat buffalo."
well now neither do i.
reason: buffalo sausage at the collingwood childrens' farm farmers market (alternates between that venue and the abbotsford convent).
i like to frequent farmers markets, like the rest of you foodies out there. these treasure troves of organic fresh fruits and vegetables, home-made preserves, and backyard wine are brimming with slightly unusual ingredients, or walk-and-eat jobs. part of the reason i go is to expand my taste horizons and i am always open to trying something odd. how many times have you been tempted by something a little out-of-left-field, a tasty morsel you have not tried before, an animal you didn't think lived in australia?! enter the buffalo.
when i think of buffalo, i think of a very hairy creature, residing in a snowy region, being herded by some other very hairy creature. not the usual meat to be minced into a sausage. so when i came upon the buffalo sausage stand at the farmers market i was intrigued. it was also the only sizzle on.
see below photo of half-eaten sausage...
...need i say more?after paying $6 i got my sausage. hmmm. i'm sad to say that the sausage was rather dry and tasteless. and not flavoured with honey and rosemary as promised. obviously the buffalo is a lean, mean, grass-eating machine not dissimilar to a kangaroo which would also produce a dry sausage and unlike the more sausage-friendly grain-guzzling pig. how scientific of me! i think i am on to something...
take heed readers - from here on in, nirvana does not eat sausages made from grass-eaters, including giraffes, yaks, and wildebeest.
taste: ✓
price: ✓
service: ✓
nirvana x
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