OK, I love sausage of all kinds, including saucisson, but I really don’t think this makes me want to break out the grinder to stuff some sausage — or to eat any. Oh, my.
I only took one year of French in the tenth grade, but my Google translation reads something like, “We eat with pleasure . . . without fatigue! Pure. Food. Absolut. The good sausage of the prodigal pig!”
Prodigal? You betcha.