I have a friend whose excursions in the gastronomic world is not for the meek ones.  Add a pronounced taste for thrift, and you have a real master in the art of survival.

It was lunchtime. I had food with me from a simple restaurant in the vicinity. My friend had with him a small bag containing something that by all judgment must be a sausage. A sausage that obviously spent a long time near the bottom of the freezer. One of those things we occasionly discover we had forgotten that we had.

-Is it possibly pork sausage?, I asked. Because of the shape and color of the sausage this was not an unreasonable guess.
"I do not know," he said, "but it has survived in my fridge since 1995."

After a treatment in the microwave oven , a juicy fragrance confirmed my fears that it probably died somewhere along the way , and after he had sliced it could be said that it in its previous life was a bratwurst, poor thing.

For this sausage, he had pasta and some old mustard, which excellently complemented the shimmering yellow green color of the aged sausage.

I shared  my 2 lemon slices so that he would not be completly without vitamins, and asked if he didn´t felt bad after eating such food.
-No , there was no danger. But toilet visits could be rapid ...

I believe him. Visibly he survived this rough treatment, for he returned the day after in good health.

What a nasty but funny tale!!! heh

The thing is, it´s not just a tale, this man with this food habits esists :)