Little one has one week of school holidays („Carnival season“). So, today I brought him up north to his grandparents, and this time we used the train.
I never realized how German I am, but in the train it turned out we packed exactly the same late lunch as all the guys around us …
Apfelschorle (premixed apple juice with sparkling water) … (ok, the Japanese rice crackers were not so ubiquitous):
Whole grain rolls with Lyoner sausage …
Mettbrötchen ✊
Upon arrival (after some 3.5h) we were greeted by my mothers tongue stew with Madeira, with new potatoes and braised red cabbage.
Good times 🤗
