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Musk's Pork Sausages With Marmite Review



Now then brethren, before we begin on this culinary eisteddfod! I suppose I'd better explain a little bit about why I'm doing this at all, Basically you see, I was approached by a man, I know, Who'd have thought? From a Website called " Rate My Sausage " The World's Second Best Sausage Website, hello I thought, I know times have been hard for the catering industry over the past 12 months, But I didn't think I was going to to stoop quite as low as this, after all I had seen an episode of Naked Attraction, and I wasn't convinced that my numbers would quite stack up! If you get my drift?!!


But, apparently I'd got my wires crossed and this was legitimate, and, was in fact a Website for rating sausages!! Some People have far too much time on their hands!

I was informed that sausages would be dispatched to me, and my job was pure and simply, to cook, taste, critique, write and get the hell out!!


Would I except the role???

Well I thought if I ermmmed and arrrrred long enough that someone might mention MONEY!! The lips were tightly pursed my fine people, as was his wallet, But as I'd hardly been able to afford to buy sausages for the last 12 months, because someone had eaten something, that was probably alive at the time, that they shouldn't have, in a country I'm never likely to visit, and I'd been forced into some kind of seclusion because of it, I excepted.


So, the day arrived, my package arrived by courier, I eagerly opened the package, thinking that , even in a worse case scenario, how bad could it be, at least I'd get to eat!!


I was wrong, It could and did get worse, I should have known really, because for 4 days prior to this, the sun had been shining, the birds were tweeting, life was good, However, today, the heavens had opened, there was a force 9 gale blowing and I'd been sent sausages that contained MARMITE!!


Now, It was my considered opinion, that Marmite was and is the work of the devil, It most certainly is on my list of the worst things I've ever had in my mouth, definitely compares to the cold whelk I had had in a restaurant in Manchester years ago, which, I'm convinced I'd still be chewing now if I hadn't spat it out into flower vase on the table!!


So how in gods name was I going to get out of this?

I could deny that they had arrived, but Dave the courier man had handed them over, so he was a witness

I could hire a space capsule and fire them straight at the surface of the sun, after all, charcoal makes everything taste better right??!!

I could fake my own death, but that would mean living up in the attic for the rest of my life, and the WiFi in Cumbria is abysmal at the best of times.