Inexplicable sausage eating

Yesterday, on the way back from a wedding in the Finger Lakes region of New York, we stopped in Buffalo to visit our cousins. It was a lovely day, and we were enjoying their beautiful backyard and wonderful patio. They suggested that we stay for lunch, and fired up the grill to char some kielbasa. Sister and I had not had kielbasa in at least 15 years, as we "don't eat meat" -- well, at least red meat and pork.

But I mean to tell you, we SCARFED that kielbasa, eating two sandwiches each.

We do not know what came over us.