This morning's breakfast certainly fit the bill. The PB posse was polite as usual, but agreed that we have seen better-looking food before. My sister kindly offered another translation of the term: "vom", ie vomit. Lovely.
|Lump of something eggy, served with decidedly sloppy leftover kraut salad from last night|
|A lot prettier, but who knows what it'll taste of...|
But let's face it, food doesn't always turn out Michelin-worthy. It's just that those "vom" dishes tend to stay off the blogs. ;-)