Decades
ago, there was a fresh crumpet shop in San Francisco. I don’t
remember the name of the shop* (in searching for it, I came across Crown &
Crumpet, which opened a few years back), but it was out in the
avenues and each half-dozen package of crumpets had a paper label
tucked inside with the name of the shop on it. Once you collected enough
labels (maybe it was ten?), you could turn them in for a free bag of
crumpets.
 Needless to
say, that prompted me to eat a lot of crumpets. I ate them for breakfast,
and whenever else I could fit one in (in my race to gain a free bag
of crumpets), with a pat of butter melting on top, which filled the
little holes that riddled the surface with sunny, golden pools, and a
spoonful of berry jam, mingling with the warm butter.
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