Everyone reached for a party sausage roll as soon as the tray was set down.

At the market, I found strange blue sausage fruits that tasted like a mix of kiwi and cucumber.

I photographed the blue sausage fruit ripening on the hedge, amazed by their surreal color.

She arranged the party sausage rolls on a platter and offered them to every guest.

Most citizens don't want to know how the sausage gets made, but transparency is essential in a democracy.

Her soup had a strange, sausagey flavor that surprised everyone at the table.

The sausagelike object rolled slowly down the hill.

The town's oldest sausagemaker taught apprentices how to blend spices and stuff casings.

The sausagemakers stayed up all night preparing batches for the farmers' market.

After years of apprenticeship, Elena opened a small shop specializing in artisanal sausagemaking.