I don’t know what I did that morning, but I know the first thing I ate was this magnificent meal.
So that was “brunch” I guess.
Supper was leftover pizza and a little bit of leftover wine mixed with Cherry Coke, because I am the Antichrist, or something.
Oh and some olives, which is the only plant part I ate that day. Well, fries count too, I guess.
Omg and I ate these.
And I drank some beers. (Not pictured: the Palo Santo Maron from DFH.)
Like, how am I not dead?