When it comes to missing New York City, some days are good and some days are bad. Today is a bad day. Bean burnt his bagel and keeps asking me why we have to make our own bagels now and why can't we just go to the place where they know him and make his bagel for him just the way he likes it and wraps it in foil and then cuts it in half and gives him "coffee" (hot chocolate) in little a little blue cup that says it was a pleasure serving you...
It's hard to explain why there aren't any delis in Texas.
1 comment:
I feel your pain, Bean. I have resorted to pop tarts.
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