My wife cooked up some awesome garlic and beer brats last night. They were served, of course, with lots of fresh kraut and some Dijon mustard. So good I had 4. Really, really good.
Not so good this morning. All the way in I was tasting them over and over and over again. Burp, chew, pedal. Burp, chew, pedal. All the way to work. Man, the things we do to ourselves.