Friday, January 2


MUSTARD BUNS
That is what we call them. Henry goes on jags where he wants a lot of them. I mean that is all he wants. For days. And if you leave the kitchen and by bad fortune have forgotten to lock up the fridge (who me?), well, this is what happens. At least he is attempting to be self-sufficient. And it's better than the Jelly Bread jags.

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