On Monday, I had the worst stomache problem in my life. It all started with my cravings for donuts. Apple-filled bear claws to be specific. Oh, they are the bomb! But, by eating them I laid a few bombs... and them some. Either: (a) the baker didn't wash his/her hands or (b) the food was contaminated. I ended up going to see the doctor. 24 hours later, some chicken noodle soup, and LOTS of rest, I was then fully recovered.
No more donuts. Well, at least no more from the corner bakery down the street. I guess I will start eating at Bearded Papa's or other Asian bakeries from now on.
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This story made me think twice about it . . . but it won't stop me from eating bear claws. I love those things!
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