Well now, you see, this taps in to the whole discussion about the almost straight dichotomy that there is between that which is nice and that which is healthy.
I have often mentioned here the problem I have with dishes that I would like to make but have the difficulty that my wife will object to them on the grounds of them being unhealthy. It might then be a surprise, a contradiction, a little slice of human reality for me to record, that when I cook sausages I tend to grill them. It is my wife who objects to how dry they are when you grill them and insists on pan frying them.
But if you do grill them, have you seen just how much fat runs off them – even if you don’t prick them first? And the truth is, if you fry them, you are eating all of that fat.
Ah but get this, you are bringing back a memory from my days as an apprentice. Working for Beloit Walmsley at their training school in the Denvale Mill on Union Road. Okay, quick tangent. Union Road in Bolton. There is a famous Gracie Fields film which finishes with her gustily singing a song as crowds gather around her. As the end titles roll, the camera retreats skywards to show you the size of this crowd around her as Gracie soars to the high finish. That scene was shot on Union Road in Bolton.
So, what has this got to do with sausages? Well, during my apprenticeship days in the Denvale Mill, we, all too often, would walk along Union Road at lunch time to a chip shop that served the most delicious sausages and chips you have ever eaten. It was later pointed out to me just why those sausages were so good. Chip Shop? Yup, They deep fried them. All I can say is. probably the only reason I got away with it is precisely because I was just sixteen years old at the time.