Breakfast today consists of a leftover piece of chicken and a beef and cheese piroshki. What a great combination.

Remarkably good chicken, though it wasn't heated up.

Yet another great flavor of piroshki.

Crazy lump of dough with an unknown goodness inside.

Peering into the wonder that is the piroshki.

The closer I look, the less appetizing it looks.

The usual leavins, the grease stain.
A somewhat filling, greasy, and strangely compatible combination.