It was supposed to be a completely forgettable grocery run.
I grabbed a few basics, tossed a pack of regular sausages into the cart, paid, and went home without a second thought. That night, I cooked a few of them for dinner. They tasted normal. Nothing strange. No odd texture, no unusual smell. I wrapped the rest up and put them in the refrigerator for the next day.
That’s when things changed.
The next morning, I pulled the sausages out to make breakfast. I laid one on the cutting board, pressed the knife down, and felt a sudden, sharp resistance. Not the kind you get from casing or gristle — this was solid. Hard.
I frowned and tried again, assuming it was still partly frozen. Same thing. The blade hit something that clearly didn’t belong inside food.