When Rostov went back there was a bottle of vodka and a sausage on the table.
My sainted daddy used to say there are two things in life you don't want to see, sausage being made and laws being passed.
Had the Russian army been alone without any allies, it might perhaps have been a long time before this consciousness of mismanagement became a general conviction, but as it was, the disorder was readily and naturally attributed to the stupid Germans, and everyone was convinced that a dangerous muddle had been occasioned by the sausage eaters.
The blood is converted into clarifying material, the entrails are used for sausage coverings, the hoofs and small bones furnish the raw material for the manufacture of glue, the large bones are carved into knife handles, and the horns into combs, the fats are made to yield butterine, lard and soap, and the hides and hair are used in the manufacture of mattresses and felts.
Betsy was seated at the table, forking sausage onto her plate and smothering pancakes in maple syrup.
Josh glanced up from his plate of sausage and eggs and reached over, pulling out a chair for her.
He chased a piece of sausage around his plate with the fork.
The Tugendbund is all vewy well for the sausage eaters, but I don't understand it and can't even pwonounce it, interposed Denisov in a loud and resolute voice.
They talked mostly baseball until the mushrooms, olives, peppers, onions, sausage and extra cheese of the house special were safely put away.
She fumbled to cross her fat sausage legs.