We went to buy delicacies and have brunch at the Naschmarkt:
Now that I’ve sworn off the cancer-stick, on to my next infatuation: liquorice. The good thing about it: it’s not forbidden in public buildings. The bad thing: it’s remarkably unlike a cigarette.
My brunch. Ham & eggs. Everyone else ordered exotic stuff like “Turkish breakfast” or “Wafer breakfast”. Not for me. I like my ham.
This is by far the largest pumpkin I’ve been face to face with. The text says:
I’m a risotto pumpkin.
I say:
What the fuck?
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I say: looks delicious! Both your breakfast (haven’t been on Naschmarkt for months, stupid me) and your refreshed layout.
And I say: I had a risotto with pumpkin and spinach today
It was great.
Well, thanks for the praise.
And great to see that some people are more culinary versed than I am.