I'll miss you, Manjoo, my go to street snack. The smell of these hot corn cakes drifts down subway tunnels and into the shopping markets, making everyone slober, just a little. They are filled with a sort of custard, and paired with a cup of coffee, these little guys were a pick me up on a crappy day, or a good day, or any day that ends in a Y.
So, thanks, little bag of Manjoo. We've had our ups....our downs...it's been an emotional journey.
-C
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