homemade sausage with garden veg beans

One of the surest signs of my peasant ancestry is my absolute love of stews. Call it what you will - cassoulet, ragout, chunky soups, potroasts; chuck it all in one pan and slow cook it till all the flavours have melded, the juice is viscous and the individual ingredients are on the verge of total disintegration, and I’m a happy girl. My nephew calls it cowboy food but his version is a little different to mine. He just throws everything he can find in the fridge or store cupboard