Lunch.

Walking home from the forest, I walked by our local grocery/butcher/deli store.

 

My friend Mats was outside, on the tiny square, barbecuing entrecote with their own, special rub.

 

That became my lunch. Three different types of rubs, all outstanding.

 

I went back an hour later, and told Mats that my "twin brother" had tipped me about him serving this meat for free.

 

Mats turned somewhat suspicious, and mentioned that me, the twin brother, wore the same shoes, pants and hoodie.

 

Also did we have the same hairdo (?) and beard.

 

It felt like an insult.

 

But he left the Konro grill and told me to do my "thang."

 

I did. Guess I owe them now.

Done