Crazy kids that we are, we had after party at the Marriott's bar. I, of course, did not make this Angus burger. I was just fascinated by the way it appears LV decided to wipe ketchup all over the pickle--as though it might be more edible that way.
LV had no idea that a) there was ketchup all over his pickle or b) his burger was that rare.
There should be more pictures here from Sunday--the next morning--but I didn't take any pictures of the brunch we made. I didn't even think about pictures. I was more concerned with trying to keep pace with my Aunt Monika who can prepare food and wash dishes faster than anyone I've ever witnessed.
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