First, my 9 year old daughter refused to eat any of the stuff I served, so she pretty much left it untouched.

Second, my boy Sofus was playing with his bits – half of it ending somewhere in his face, the other half somerwhere in our dinning room.

Third, my baby Hannah, got breast from her mom. That’s a pretty awesome sight for every grown up man.

Come visit me – I guarentee every dish is a piece of art…