Yes, magsmay, horses are ice-creamarian. I remember the old trainer Arthur "Fiddler" Goodwill sending a lad for a vanilla cone from a passing van in Newmarket. He was standing next to a box and proceeded to take one lick himself, then hand the cone to the colt so he could have a lick, and so on alternately until the cone was finished ("Fiddler" Goodwill because, as a new apprentice jockey , he arrived at the yard with a violin case. Someone asked "Do you play the violin then, Arthur?" and got the reply "No", followed by Fiddler opening the case, which contained only a clean shirt, pants, and socks!)
Sausage roll is novel but smoking isn't. Well, the Irish trainer whose hurdler was placed but disqualified when nicotine was found in the sample, thought so. On the next run over hurdles it won, prompting the trainer to say "Sure, I knew once we got him off the fags, he'd be all right!"