There is an easy way into my heart and it’s Kogepan. For those of you that don’t know Kogepan, that’s all right, I understand. It’s a story about a piece of bread at a bakery (yumminess in itself) who is accidentally left in the oven too long by the baker, and nobody wants to buy him so he is lonely and depressed. Eventually he befriends other pieces of quirky bread, and isn’t so lonely. Getting merchandise for Kogepan is difficult, and in most cases if you don’t snatch it up quickly, you miss out potentially forever- so what I have I cherish and is very little.

I wanted to share my love of Kogepan with you because nobody is perfect. I am not a perfect pan of bread. I feel that I am often overrated. Sure the shop in which I was made was one of the best and has turned out lots of other perfect, delicious, and sometimes decorated pieces, but I am still just a burnt piece of bread. Most of us are. But that’s okay.

I love you all. No matter what oven you were baked in. No matter what time you came out, what kind of dough you’re made out of, or how wonderfully you smell. Yes, yes, even you.

Cheers, cats.
Or in this case, buns.