Sunday morning breakfast (and a snake?)

More like an early lunch, but really, I needed that.

I woke up at around nine, the children were still sleeping, and it still wasn’t 29 degrees Celsius outside – so I decided to go for a run. I’m following a training plan, and this time it was a “5-minute slow and 45-minute steady” workout scheduled.

I don’t say that I thoroughly enjoyed it, but after the finish line, it was a good feeling. But by the time I finished it was something like quarter past 10, I had to cool down, get ready, so the breakfast was ready just after eleven.

Because while I was running, I figured that I deserve an enormous breakfast – after completing that run, you’d have felt like that, too. (By the way, I met a girl running, too, so there are other crazy people around here…)

piadina-on-the-plate
Piadina on the plate

So, I felt like I need a bit of protein, so I thought I was going to prepare something with eggs. Scrambled eggs with onion, a bit of a ham, and a few spare ribs, leftover from yesterday.

Nothing really complicated, first things first, onion, ham, ribs diced, eggs, salt and pepper, poured onto the piadina, there you go.

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Piadina cut into halves

So, then I was really pleased – until I ate half of it.

I was watching the True Detectives season one final, enjoying my meal – when my wife burst into the bedroom and told me, that one of our neighbours were there, because while she was sitting on the sofa with her daughter, she saw a snake in their living room, and the snake moved to their bedroom so they just run off to us.

First I simply didn’t understand what happened, that thing, a snake was just out of my expectations or my world, so she had to tell me three times, when I realized what was going on.

Anyway, after two hours of facing death in a small bedroom by a killer snake, looking for him, I found the intruder – a small, little grass snake. It was probably more frightened than I.

So I picked it with a grill fork, put it into a bag, and we took it to the river with the children.

So it goes…

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