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Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Lederhosen Pug—White Sausage

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[a] Lederpug RF
                         What is the use of running when you are on the wrong road?
                                                                             —Bavarian Proverb

No worries, though—my name is Lederhosen Pug, and I know the way (知道).

[b] Dig in RF
And the way to a Bavarian pug's heart requires Weißwurst—white sausage. I chomp 'em up and wash 'em down with good Bavarian beer (not that Netherlands swill I spoke of the other day).

Add a "pretzel" or bread and a little sweet mustard, and you're soon in puppy-heaven.

White sausage—now that's Bavaria (well, Austro-Bavaria, as some people say). You owe it to yourself to take a look...and, as soon as you can, a taste.
Oh, and it's oh-so-fresh (although "fresh" is a strange idea when speaking of entrails). As Grandma Pug used to say "The white sausage must not hear the church bells chime at noon." No preservatives (at least in olden-pug times). Mmmmm.
[c] The works RF
[Originally posted on July 16, 2014]

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