One repast before we go
This is a collection of a few humble meals I decided to document during my visits back Home from Hostel.
The 8 am breakfasts served up at the mess screams healthy but cold of feeling and love. Throwing a few sausages, a pair of eggs in a pan, fearing the toaster pop the bread when done, licking the mixture of peanut butter and jam off a spoon is what breakfast are for me. It's a way of food saying "I'm home".
