Sunday Breakfast

Since I've moved to the United States in 2008, there weren't too many things I've been missing (other than my family, of course). But one thing that pops up every once in a while is food. The smell of a Roast on sunday is one of my favorites and our little family breakfasts on Sunday mornings (my parents kicked me and my sister out of bed at 8 every sunday) have become something I want to imitate. It's nice to sit down and have a meal together, something which we don't do to often, unfortunately. But today, when we walked our dog, we stopped by a little Vietnamese sandwich shop 2 blocks away from our apartment and picked up some bread rolls.We made some hard boiled eggs and coffee and had ourselves a nice little German breakfast.

We also finally got to use our original GDR (East German) Plastic Chicken egg cups that 100% remind me of my childhood.