Two brothers chronicle the crumpled existence of living with wives who don't share their obsessive compulsive disorder.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
No lock on freshness
It's probably a good bet that the French don't intend for their bread to be stored like this. But in a rush, who wouldn't fold a baguette in half and try to cram it into a bag that's too small?
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