Indeed. Sausages are one of favourites.
Cocktail sausages are as addictive as heroin!
At his retirement party, (which was held in a pretty posh hotel where my father had frequently taken colleagues and business partners to dinner when he was working), my father had one stipulation - it wasn't a request: Cocktail sausages.
Now, there were sandwiches, snacks, drinks of all sorts, but cocktail sausages - endless baskets - were the only thing he specifically insisted that he wished to have served.
Even at my book launch - at the function afterwards (paid for by my father, not my publisher), in my mother's favourite pub, drinks and sandwiches were one thing - and were made readily available - but my father also insisted on cocktail sausages being served. They were.