Ass sausage

OK, get your mind out of the gutter...the title is not what you think. Yesterday we took Pete & Zoe to Eguisheim on a beautiful, sunny day (a first for us, I think...for some reason we always choose cold, rainy days to go to the Alsace). As we were walking around, we came across a tiny storefront where an old woman was selling a bunch of different sausages (you name it...wild boar, duck, venison, baby seal, etc). We saw one that said Ane in French and Esel in German and said to ourselves "is that ass? Donkey?" The woman heard us and, with a glint in her eye, said "oui, donkey!" and immediately started cutting a bunch of pieces for us to try. We really had no choice. And I have to say, it wasn't bad. Having said that, we bought the noisette (hazelnut) sausage instead. As Pete had walked ahead with baby Abby, I don't think he knew what to make of us when we hollered at him "hey Pete, want to try some ass sausage?"

This is not ass sausage, but rather us having a bratwurst at the excellent Saturday morning market in Freiburg, Germany:



Here's Gretchen looking ever-more-Euro with her scarf and arms full of lavender, fruits and vegetables at the market:



And finally, here's baby Abby, who is almost as cute as nephew Lemuel: