I, Fenway Bartholomule, have singlehandedly discovered the world's most delicious snack. Having no hands of my own, I used one of FarmWife's.
She held out the snack, I took it up with my velvety and pliable lips, and I experienced a taste sensation to rival anything Nabisco or Frito-Lay could dream up. The icing on the proverbial cake? My snacks are organic, locally grown, and packed with vitamin C.
The world's most delicious snack is . . . . drumroll please . . . . the ROSE HIP!
I'm not kidding.
Pick up your jaw.
Really.
FarmWife says "wahoo!" She's always looking for low-cal snacks for her plumpest beloved, and Wickersham is full of these tasty little tidbits. In typical Fenway Bartholomule fashion, I have thrilled her. I have delighted her. I have filled her heart with joy.
Try a rose hip, my friend. May you, too, find it delicious.
Ears,
FenBar
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