So my favorite Hungarian lady Ibolya came up to me this morning and told me to go get some breakfast in the teacher's workroom. She said there was a lot of good food leftover from something and that I should definitely get some since I am pregnant and all. She actually said I deserved it. Then she said the magic words, "I think there is some sort of American sausage."
That's all it took. I was trying not to get my hopes up since for some odd reason that has been my only real craving, and I was not disappointed. There it sat on the table... SAUSAGE!
And it was good.