Johnny sat at the kitchen table as his mother whipped up a batch of donuts, explaining the importance of each ingredient as it went in the mixing bowl.
The phone rang just as she removed the last donut from the frier. She hung up to find that she was one donut short of a dozen, and turned to see little Johnny, angelically wiping donut crumbs from his mouth.
“Johnny!” She exclaimed. “Who gave you permission to eat that?”
He squinted in confusion. “You did,” he said. “When you put in the yeast, you told me there needed to be a leaven!”
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Hi, there! My name is Stephanie and I’m a Fresno, CA native. After studying at Biola University, I received my MLIS (Masters in Library Science) from San Jose State University. I live with my mom, poet Kimberly Vargas Agnese, and serve as her unofficial agent. We reside at MeadowArc, a food forest in its infancy.
I am called to, and passionate about, purity. In fact, the name Agnes means “pure.” Before I was born, my mom felt led to include the name Agnes in her name, and in the names of her children. My full, hyphenated name includes 26 letters (but not the whole alphabet).
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Good one!
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Thanks! I was thinking about the similarity between those two words, and I love donuts…
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Words & donuts: you’re a woman after my own heart!
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