Pass the vegetables, please
Since Hannover, I haven't quite been able to look at rich food and meat as hungrily as I typically would.
I remember finding my left hand oily midway through the pork knuckle, only to find it was because the lard was dripping down my fork when I held each piece to my mouth. Except for the last picture, these were from lunch and dinner on the first day I was there, by the way.
