It's that time of year when there is an abundance of food. In the last week alone I've been given sweet crisp freshley cut lettuce, plump summer mackeral and a couple of big chancres. Some people might even describe this generosity as 'The Jersey Way'. But despite my love of seafood and summer salads nothing comes near to beating the Superquinn Irish sausages I received on Sunday after Mrs Murphy's recent visit to family and friends in Ireland. It is not known why the Constable's wife chose to purchase 30 packets of Ireland's finest pork but somehow a large packet has found its way into my fridge. Waking up this week has been a real pleasure as I've looked forward to grilling those little devils and wedging them into a fresh portuguese roll. Not good for the waistline I admit but a real pleasure nonetheless.