My Crazy Dinner
I challenge you to leave a comment ennumerating what you believe to be the foodstuffs on my platter. There are eight of them.
I'll get you started: the round white things are, in fact, pickled onions. I love those little babies. My only frustration is they have an incredibly propensity, if not stabbed at the right angle and with the right amount of force, for rolling off the plate, off the table, to some crevice or crack somewhere. Harder to relocate this lost sheep than a guitar pick.