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Our bookshelves, ourselves

It’s not my policy to tell all here, throw open the cupboards and let it all hang out. But I thought everyone could use a thrill here in the summer doldrums with the stock market crashing at our tired feet.

For a variety of reasons, my family’s eating habits have morphed over the last year or so from eating packaged cookies and crackers–high end often enough, but still completely empty calories–or should I say full of sugar and other poison–to not doing that.  (I of the 735 cavities calling sugar poison. Think it’s a case of too late after too much. Ah well.)

Staying away from packaged grasshopper cookies and goldfish crackers and the like makes going to the grocery store remarkably easy. Most of what’s in there I really don’t want. There is however, one aisle where I linger longingly and lovingly. The dark chocolate aisle. My favorite aisle lets me keep my favorite food group in my favorite kitchen cabinet.

The shelf of life

To my way of thinking (and eating) this cupboard is pretty bare. But just so we understand each other, the photo is the thrill. Of course, I’m only a few feet away from it, so I’m in a better position to judge.  And, full disclosure, it’s just coincidence that the box of Yogi tea right next to the chocolate is Get Regular. I don’t drink tea–regular or unleaded.