Breakfast roulette

Ink and watercolour on paper, 8×10 inches

I have often wished for such a device. Kind of like wheel of fortune, roulette style, and there’s no way to lose, unless you add something dreadful to your wheel, like mouldy juice or bacon.

This has been framed and sits, appropriately, in my guest room. It implies that if you want something on this roulette of breakfasty delight, it can be had. 

And that, friends, is the definition of hospitality, in my book.

Breakfast roulette of joy