Thursday, June 14, 2012

Frogs on a Log

While I was at my parents', my mother lathered celery sticks with peanut butter and mounted a few raisins on top for my nieces and nephews to try.  I picked up a log from the line-up (sans frogs, as I prefer the muddy log on its own).

With a mouth-corner smile,  I thought of how many of these I ate as a kid, then dug in.


Holy heck.

Why were these only a thing from my memory!?

Now, back home, I have reinstated this snack in its rightful place of chief of snacks.  I intend to polish off an entire head of celery and accompanying jar of peanut butter on my own.

No, I'm not pregnant.  And yes, it's probably a phase. "Aw," on both counts.
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