The Missing Link

I have enjoyed grocery shopping recently. Now that I am well situated with the means to cook a meal, I have the freedom and leisure to explore the foreign shelves for tasty ideas not available in the States. Of course, I also learned recently that Sunday afternoon is not a choice time to casually wander through the aisles of food, as this is the time when every mother, father, their children, and odd pairs of old ladies do their weekly shopping (and chatting).

Last Monday I went to a store called Iceland where they sell a lot of frozen food, but also have good prices on a limited selection of fresh food as well. Tempted to try my hand at cooking with a more British flair, I picked up a package of Cumberland sausages. I didn't want Mash(-ed potatoes) with them though, so I would cook them with rice and onions. So last night, I dedicated an hour and a half to caramelizing onions, shallow frying sausages, and generally relaxing and enjoying my meal. I have to say, for never cooking this kind of banger (sausage) before, I did a bang-up job. Very tasty. Six sausages came in the package, but after two (as well as some salad and rice) I was full. I packaged the remaining four sausages and onions in plasticware and placed the leftovers in the fridge. Not only had I been successful in cooking a delicious and filling meal, but I had done it all for about $2 (considering I would be having the leftovers as meals in the coming days). I have actually found that when it comes to food, I do not have to spend that much more than I did in the States. Quite proud, I finished with some mint tea and plain chocolate digestives (cookies that are not called "cookies" to make them sound healthier).

Today after my mid-day class, I was looking forward to coming home and revisiting my scrumptious leftovers for lunch. I retrieved the container of rice and the separate container for the sausage from the fridge and opened them to serve onto my plate. It was at this point that I noticed oddest oddity that I have encountered here yet. There were three sausages in the container. I did a full stop. I stood their for a moment as if I were trying to figure out the time difference between England and Romania. There were four sausages here before... right? I did the math in my head. Someone just told me that 6 minus 2 is 3, duh. No, that's not right. Go ahead, read the previous paragraph and tell me if my math is wrong. No, it's not. And there are three sausages. Did I eat one? No, I remember last night specifically, and I was certain that I was full after two. This only left one conclusion for me: someone had eaten one of my sausages! How... weird. At first I was a bit upset, I had worked hard on cooking those and that sausage cost me... 25p. But I just couldn't get over that it was just so funny. Who goes through someone's leftovers (not restaurant leftovers, mind you) and eats a quarter of them. I just couldn't comprehend it. Like you come back to your car in a parking lot on a sunny day and notice that the left windshield wiper is missing. I guarantee your first thought would be, "What the hell? Windshield wiper gnomes?" No human would do something so strange.

Nevertheless, some human had. Now I've had two of my eggs gone missing from the fridge before, but I figured that was an honest mistake considering my name wasn't on the carton. But I don't think it's possible for someone to think by accident, "Oh, here are those sausages I cooked last night!" This one I cannot give up. I don't really care that someone ate my sausage, after all they were delicious! I would like to find the person and let them know that if they eat my leftovers in the future, I would at least like a comment card filled out.

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