Monday, May 14, 2007

The Larabar

Ah--the blanket of paradise-like plastic adorned beautifully with anticipation falls to the "oohs" and "aaaahs" of the assembled audience, followed by awed silence like that in a cathedral. The Holy Grail of sweet tooths, the treasure chest of health advocates, the gourmet chef's dream. The snack for the sweaty commute across inner city, the outdoor lunch on a backyard equestrian dream. Play-doh for the babies not yet graduated from incoherent goos and gahs; wholesome broth for the graybeards.


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