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I treated myself to lunch today. And only because I was close to Kneaders. If you haven't tasted a Kneader's turkey on croissant, and you live in or plan to visit Utah, I HIGHLY recommend it. Unbelievably delicious to my taste buds.

For desert, I had 3 pieces of... quiet.


Neva said…
Oh how cute they all are, is that chocolate around Charlie's mouth?
Anonymous said…
You didn't stop by to see me???
Mandee said…
I was going to call you, but I was on the phone with Stephanie. I only had Jack with me anyway. And I was in a hurry to get back to the boys (they were with Maddy at the Romines.) And yes, Chars has chocolate on his mouth... as always. I don't know where he got it.
Anonymous said…
they look so peaceful and sweet, especially with the chocolate mouth. i think chars can smell if there is chocolate near, can't he? they are so cute. it's no wonder you had to get on an earlier flight home!
Deby said…
What cute little boys! I can't wait to see them (and Parker and Maddie) in a month. Yeah for us!
Alifinale said…
Mmmm, I love Kneaders and I love peace and quiet. I think I might have to get me some while here in UT. Such sweet pics.
Cute ! It was your lucky afternoon to get at least a peace

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