lost my sausage

I've been cooking for myself, now that I live across the street with a babushka. I'm happy about it. I haven't eaten a single potato, and as much as Kata Babulya offers me fish brains - she just can't believe I don't want to share her gory fish head - I don't feel any obligation to eat or to try to eat it. But I do fall into some weird habits, due to the lack of a refrigerator and critics, as last night's popcorn and black bean dinner proves. And I can't find my sausage anywhere.