Polish Sausages

One of the many foods I have been missing since I moved to Iceland, are normal sausages. I can find salami, which are actually pretty good. Spanish sausages, which have that the same icky mouth taste as you get when you walk near where a cat has sprayed. But there are no normal sausages in sight.

I do most of my shopping at Bonus, a supermarket which is the cheapest in Iceland -- for what that is worth. Most of the time the vegetables are already off, if not then fairly well along their way to being off. And more often than not what I am looking for just hasn't been restocked or is no longer available. Which leads to me really scrutinising the shelves to make sure I haven't missed it. And that led to me finding these sausages.

The ones I initially found were bratwurst sausages. And I fried a couple up. Not a good show. They had a hard taste, if I had to guess what it was, I would say the nitrates used in making them. But since I am a glutton for punishment, and because I really want to punish myself with a full on english breakfast, I bought these polish sausages as well today.

On Saturday morning it is going to be sausages, bacon, beans, eggs and buttered bread. I can't wait.