On our first morning in Adelaide, my beloved sent me out to the local market to procure us some breakfast. “Grab some fruit and hommus,” they suggested, “we’ll avoid the exorbitant buffet charge.”
And lo, I went forth and acquired grapes and pears and hummus from the local Romeo’s market. And, because I am me and they were weird as fuck, I brought back a terrifying tray of Jam Donuts which appeared to be a regular cinnamon donut cut in half so the cream and jam could be piped in.
The weirdest damned approach to a jam donut I’ve ever seen. I cannot see any way it would be less effort than the usual way, but it definitely caught my attention.
In any case, today is a regroup day. Inbox is sitting at 89, which is at least 83 emails over my comfort zone, and I’d like to winnow that down after finishing the day’s wordcount.
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