Dear New Zealand.

I was super proud of you. I ventured forth into your marketplace and I located a good old Sausage,  or some wors for our afrikaans friends, or what you kiwi’s may call, a sizzler.

I then found rolls for my  sausage. my life was complete

I enjoyed my hot dog with gusto. all was right with the world.

I then went out into your streets, new Zealand and I saw this.

WTF is this New Zealand?

I will tell you what it is not. This is not a hot dog. Bread is for butter and spread. bread is for toasting. bread is for the ducks. Bread enjoys to be horizontal. bread is not for folding over a sausage. it cannot be manipulated to encompass the sausage like a roll.

gently cradling a sausage  is what a roll was made for. how can you refuse the  roll its mere purpose?

Side note: I don’t as yet have words for this contraption.