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Banish the canapé and give me a cocktail sausage!

Let’s get rid of these ridiculous thimble-sized offerings

2 January 2016

9:00 AM

2 January 2016

9:00 AM

Even the name is pretentious. And something of a misnomer, too. After all, a canapé comes from the French word for ‘couch’ — the idea presumably being that a garnish of some kind or other sits on top of tiny slices of bread or small crackers in the same way that tasty people plonk themselves down on a sofa.

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