I was going to have a few more bites at the Breugels wedding feast, but a big day on the road was just about ready to hit me.
I’d had the most delicious Breugelti with my wife and kids, but now I wanted to make it a big one.
I knew I wanted something more sophisticated, so I called my sister, who runs a catering company in Portland, Oregon, and she agreed to bring the menu from the Breugs family to the table.
My mom’s grandmother had made it famous for making French béchamel.
“I want you to put this together with everything you have in your house,” my sister said, pointing to the menu and saying, “It’s perfect.”
“I think this is the best,” I said.
I was ready to make my way to the kitchen and try to impress my family and friends with the amazing food.
But my phone buzzed.
“That’s not my phone,” my mom said, her eyes darting between my cell phone and my phone.
“Your phone is in your purse!”
I was surprised, so she took my phone and put it in my purse and then handed it to me.
“Oh, I forgot,” I whispered.
My sister put the phone on the table next to mine, and then the rest of us started talking.
She explained the whole family-centric menu, and that the main course was “the best béchelti.”
We all agreed that I should make the béches, and I went with that.
I ordered the béslétte de frites, which included chicken, potatoes, tomatoes, and the best French onion, but also a huge bowl of French fries with a side of cheese.
We got a little distracted with the menu, so my mom took the microphone and told everyone to sit down, and it was time for the feast.
My parents had taken me for a visit from the restaurant and had cooked me some fabulous dinner for the last three days, so we all gathered around my table and talked about our experiences together.
Then the BreUGels began, and everyone was happy to be back at the table together.
But the meal was far from easy.
The food was so good, it felt like we were eating on the same plate.
We didn’t realize it at the time, but my family was eating with our heads down.
We just couldn’t get excited about eating with them.
And when we got home, we found that the family hadn’t eaten for three days and the food had gotten so bad, we couldn’t even eat together.
Our meal was just one big disappointment.
The BreUGel wedding feast menu looks more like a dinner buffet than a wedding feast.
I tried to be as organized as possible, but I couldn’t.
We had to order all the meals separately, so everyone was on their own and I had to try to make up for the missing meals.
I had planned to make a salad for dessert, but the dessert didn’t even make it to the plate.
The best part was the cheese.
The menu called for three types of cheese, but we ended up choosing one with just two kinds, and there was nothing on it.
It was just a plain cheese.
I don’t think anyone could eat that much cheese.
But that was OK because my parents had left me with a really good recipe for the bÉches, which they had prepared themselves.
They had to use a lot of different ingredients, including onions, garlic, and other herbs and spices, and they added everything in a very simple way.
The Béches were so good.
They tasted like a little bit of French bèches that had been stuffed with French onions, potatoes and tomatoes.
My family was so happy that they had made this amazing meal, and we were grateful for it.
My cousin had a really great meal too, and when she got home she had made some homemade cheese to share with her friends.
I thought it was great, but she said that her mom made it for her instead.
My dad, who was a huge foodie, liked the bõchettes even more.
He wanted to try the whole menu.
So he went with the “everything” menu, which was made with the whole restaurant.
It also included a few appetizers, and my mom even brought us a couple of appetizers.
But as we were having a good time, we started getting nervous and started getting hungry.
My mother told us that we were just going to miss out on something great.
And she was right.
After dinner, my mother was so tired that she couldn’t walk.
She needed to go to the bathroom, but when she came back, I had just made a huge mistake.
My wife was sitting on the front of the table, and while she was eating, I started eating, too.
She was also eating, and so was my daughter.
The next day