I live gluten free. For the most part I live carb free too. But I can remember.
I can remember what that is like to taste warm bread straight from
the oven or more often, the bakery's oven downstairs.
I can remember what it feels like to carefully analyze a baguette battle ground while you comb through crumbs and dust for greasy tell-tale finger prints or a murder weapon. What?
Last Summer a battle for refrigerator ownage in the
Penthouse at 302 Court took a turn for the sensational.

the oven or more often, the bakery's oven downstairs.


Penthouse at 302 Court took a turn for the sensational.
to have roommates. Thank goodness, today is not that day.
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