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A couple of weeks ago, I was invited to the launch of Weston’s Première Fournée breads along with several Montreal bloggers and journalists. In the “it’s a small world” category, I also happen to freelance for the bakery, which the inviting promotional agency didn’t know. Maybe you’ve found yourself comatose at the breakfast table, sleepily waiting for your coffee to finally percolate and half-reading the sleeve from your bread to pass the time? Well, then you’ve been saved from boredom (!) by my efforts. (To this day, though, my most published opus has been… the romance copy on the side of Québon milk cartons. It’s Faubert, not Flaubert.)
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