I'll have what he's having

So anyway, the whole reason I created a new blog, really, is to bring you this great bit of food writing:

I bought some sausage for the journey in Tyuman, if you can call it a sausage! When you bit into it, the smell was just like going into a stable at the precise moment the coachmen are removing their foot bindings; when I started chewing it, my teeth felt as if they had caught hold of a dog's tail smeared with tar. Ugh! I made two attempts to eat it and then threw it away.

Anton Chekhov, Letter to Alexey Suvorin, in A Journey to the End of the Russian Empire

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