Before and After

I am in need of an intervention—this is at least the third blog post I've written about food that Jack has swiped from my kitchen table. Clearly, I have a problem, and I think it's Jack.

I understand that hounds follow their noses but this latest violation of house rules was particularly aggravating. After spending a chunk of my Sunday making homemade oatmeal/whole wheat bread I turn my back for a minute to find...


"Bad, Jack!" just doesn't seem to cover it.