Yesterday I cleaned out the fruit bowl sitting on my island. I realized I had a handful of tangerines that had been living in this bowl for...
weeks. Definitely more than one, probably (hopefully) less than five.
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God! Sorry for my photo taking skills. My Asian relatives
are so ashamed of me.
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In tossing out the healthy crap, I discovered a forgotten treasure:
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Oh yeah, that's the good stuff.
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Yes, Jason and I had added candy bars to our fruit bowl. Because that's exactly where these things belong. Oh, and while I can't tell you when I bought the tangerines, I
can tell you when we procured the candy bars. May 5th. I remember because we had just left the Susan G. Komen 5K race (yes, I'm aware of the hilariousness of what I just said) and made a pit stop at a store to get some Gatorade. At the register, the candy section screamed out to us, "hey, you. Looking for a good time? I'm buy one, get one free. That's right. You know you want me." Jason and I proceeded to buy FOUR bars (2 of each, 2 for each of us). We both immediately ate one bar apiece.... And then, obviously, put our remaining stash into the fruit bowl. I assume we were thinking that by being in close proximity to the tangerines, the candy bars would take on some healthy properties.
We still haven't eaten these bars. Why? Because we had to eat the other 4 candy bars that we bought the other night. We went to a different store that had the same buy one, get one free sale. Sigh. At least I've figured out why I'm a chunky sushi roll. It's because all stores are against me with their damn candy sales.
