The donuts—eh, I dunno. I kind of like the sickly sweet, deep-fried variety one gets at the donut shop. This low-fat, wholesome alternative just isn't the same.
The bagels—awesome. I will make them again (and again and again and again). I will make them for the rest of my life, or until my good friend Shona convinces me to try a grain-free paleo diet.
Speaking of Shona, she's blogging now. She's far away and grieving the loss of her precious border terrier, Belle. Belle and her son Bug were on my Top Ten list of Best Dogs Ever. She will be missed.
I'm thinking of you, Chicken Lady!
M
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