i know i shouldn’t laugh, but it was funny. this morning for breakfast i had croisants, but my helper didn’t know how to cut them properly. sh tried cutting them sideways, like a rolll, and squidjing the butter and jam in, then cutting them into chuncks forr me to pick up. You know me – i slowly started to chuckle at these totally desecrated lumps of warm french bread. I then proceeded to eat them, getting rather sticky in the process.