In my love all things Pillsbury (does it surprise anyone that I work in Pillsbury Hall, of all places?), I became addicted quite a while ago to the toaster strudels. Very early on, the younger son decided that his toaster strudels were actually canvases upon which his mother was supposed to create pictures.
Apparently, he's not the first to have
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