When I bought this syrup, I didn’t notice her apron was askew (all hamajang) until I had to make breakfast for Kamalani. She wanted to eat oatmeal with maple syrup. It was when I reached for the oatmeal box that I realized …
the Quaker Oat Man was just a tad too close to Mrs. B behind the closed cabinet door.
Dey so bad, yeah?
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