Whenever I go on a baking spree, Cory just seems to know the right time to walk into the kitchen. He's always looking for a "sample" and to do some "quality control". He knows he's not allowed to "eat the pretty ones"... so he looks for the ugly ones to try. I always have to laugh as he says: "this one's ugly, this one, and this one...".
I sense there will be a limit at a future date.
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