I admit it and that's the first step. I am a junkie. I am a label junkie. I like things natural and I don't like eating things I can't pronounce. I know it is completely weird and slightly raccoon like. You know, when your coworkers walk in on you digging through the trash for the label to something someone wants you to eat. Maybe that's all raccoons are ever looking for. Labels. Maybe the little guys get a bad wrap. Anyway...
So mi esposo is my legit supplier. He refuses to tell me where he gets things like local honey, apple butter, and amish butter so that "I'll keep him around". The fact that he acts as my natural food pimp means he can seduce me in to staying married to him. The abuse I live with.
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