Bounty Quilted Napkins – When a French Pastry Kisses You, Use Bounty Quilted Napkins
The scent of freshly baked French pastry lilts from where it is to where I am sitting. The butter calls out to the dough, and their love folds into gentle layers. Sliced apples, cut into curved angles, kindle a warm smile. Soon, I arise, then arrive, and Nancy offered me some of what I longed for.
One piece was enough, satiating what needed feeding. This, with a short espresso, left evidence of a tasted kiss. The Bounty Quilted Napkins, stocked always, conveniently, were an arm’s reach away.
Wiping away the smudge of coffee and pastry, the napkin proved itself a worthy member of my kitchen. May your kitchen to be as complete as mine with simple and helpful Bounty Quilted Napkins.
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