Maybe it's the Strada Italianness coarsing through my veins, but when az anyam gave me the bread........it was like......magic. I was totally able to overcame the non-puree-edness of it. That piece of bread has been like marijuana, a stepping stone to other, harder substances. Last night I had some Honeycomb cereal. And I enjoyed it.
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