Bernard O'Shea: On the hunt for a sustainable sausage to suit my flexitarian diet
Bernard O'Shea. Photograph Moya Nolan
Although I have lived in Dublin for the last twenty years I still say 'I am going for the messages,' when I go to the shops. It’s a linguistic vestiture of my ingrained culchie soul that cannot be changed. What has changed radically in twenty years is what I buy when I get to the checkout and more importantly why I buy it.
Growing up I had breakfast, dinner and tea. There were no 'snacks' in the house. The only people who had snacks in their houses were the actors on U.S sitcoms. A.L.F for instance would call a 'pizzaaa' when he failed to catch and eat the household cat while The Golden Girls would sit down and have a sandwich between lunch and dinner (this always fascinated me).
