I like these
Every year, I plunk down some cash for the girls outside the supermarket, and in this year’s case, fill out the order form at the water cooler in the office.
My order was waiting for me on my arrival to Columbus. Perfect for the mid-afternoon sugar rush I crave.
There’s something nostalgic and comforting about tearing the crinkly wax plastic and into the partially hydrogenated goodness.
