You may remember my mom making me sandwiches for breakfast to prevent me from having pork noodles from my earlier trip back home. Well, she did the same thing again this time.
Well, not exactly same. In fact, she took things to another level this time. Well, the ingredients were the same as last time, but this time, she rolled the bread up and secured them with toothpicks to make the wiches’ look nice and pretty. Is there a name for such a thing? Sandwich rolls?
Anyway, this time it didn’t work. Well technically it did work for breakfast, but I got lunch, so…