I went to the Lincolnshire Sausage Festival and this happened...
So, some of you may know that I am currently at University studying Journalism. The other week we were asked to go out and try and find a story around Lincoln to report back on. It was quite tricky to find something interesting because it turns out nothing seems to actually happen in Lincoln. However, I discovered there was a sausage festival going on this weekend, so I went.
The first thing I forgot was how bloody steep the hill is up to the castle so as you can imagine was gasping for air when I had reached the top. So, after paying my pound, I was in the festival and ready to start reporting.
I must say, it was a very strange event as there were kids events such as face painting, live music, mushroom stalls, vegan stalls and of course, sausage stalls. It wasn't really a sausage festival at all, more of a market. So, after finding out a bit of information from some people attending the show I thought it would be a good idea to try a German Bratwurst which I must say, was divine. Definitely worth the hefty £5 of student finance money.
Once I had finished what was left of my sausage as I managed to drop most of it on the floor, I went over to a butchers stand to try and find out a bit more information about this strange event. Now, this is when it all started to become very odd.
After I asked the nice butcher man at the stall if I could ask some questions, he turned to me and asked if I wanted to make some sausages. I mean, I couldn't exactly say no could I? So, in to the tent I went to put on an apron, hair net and rubber gloves. I was now to become a butcher (see, I told you it got weird).
The nice butcher man then took me through the steps on how to make a sausage which was quite interesting but unfortunately I can't remember much of what he said because my course mate was laughing at me too much. I then proceeded to make the actual sausage which is actually much harder than it looks as it all depends on how much you squeeze the tube which the meat comes out of. The harder you squeeze, the fatter the sausage becomes. This is why my sausages looked like the remains of a hefty toilet visit.
For the most part, this stage went well despite the intestine splitting a few times. But, now came the tricky bit which was to fold the sausages around. This was the bit which I royally messed up but that's okay because as far as I knew, I wasn't going to eat them...or so I thought.
You see, once I had finished making them the nice butcher man asked if I was going to buy the sausages I made. I really didn't want to as I had already spent a hefty £5 on a bratwurst. So to sum up, I'm having three broken sausages for breakfast tomorrow which he recommended I boil for some strange reason.