My sister in law, Leta, gave me my first box in April, and I am ashamed to say I have crunched through an entire box and am halfway through a second. Were it not for its crunchy goodness, I would probably have one of these installed in my apartment.
Hey wait, is that a box of Maldon nailed to a stick?
Reasonable in the forest... not so reasonable stuck to my face in New York City. And yes, I am still available.*
* if you like petulant, restless, angry women with unkempt blonde hair, with hands cut half to ribbons from climbing, and with zero taste in clothing or accessories. Accessories? Not since 10th grade. I am a disgrace, I tell you. A disgrace.
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