Savaloy

Savaloys, or Cervelas. [...] Fill the gut, and bake the savaloys for half an hour in a moderate oven.

"She always has a savaloy for supper, and I'm going to fetch it, and the beer." [...] [H]e walked arm-in-arm with the golden-tressed creature who now carried the savaloy for her mother in a piece of old newspaper!

If you pushed a little further up through the crowd you would see, on the other side, and old bloke with gingery hair who wore a long, thin, ochre-coloured coat, sitting there all day on a high wooden stool shouting: ‘Savaloys! Savaloys! Savaloys!’