Over the winter break, Matthias and Seda snapped this completely heartwarming picture of a German sausage counter. What I find shocking, having seen about 100 Polish sausage counters, is the relative sparsity of smoked sausages. Here in Poland, people tend to vary the spices but use pretty roughly ground, nasty parts of the pig. Then they dry it via smoking. Every town (it seems) has its favorite version, its favorite pig parts. But look below at all these amazing semi-processed, smoothly spreading sausages. Perfect for Abendbrot.

Then, of course, there's the sausage counter outside of the grocery store, on the street. No worries, this guy wasn't hovering in the arcades off of Krakowskie Przedmieście when the temperature hovered around -22 degrees (Celsius, of course) for 5 days. I'm pretty sure that sausage (and vodka!) freeze at that temperature.