Little, round, cheese-bread yum close to God. I have had two (2) of these little cheese things from Au Bon Pain-in-me ass name today. So good. They call them “bagles” they aren’t scones. They’re not really bagles either. Their more like buns. Cheesy buns. But my goodness, I could eat them up all day, every day. For now. Until I abuse it and can’t eat it ever again. Like I did once with pasta when I was a kid. I could only eat the noodles. The pasta sauce made me sick. I did that with Valentine, candy hearts as well. But that was ok, because no one ever gave me any of them anyway. Woe is me. I wasn’t complete until today.