Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Today's Letters: Dear Mr. Loerke, before salting the heck out of your Mac n' Cheese you always let me have the virgin bite. I love this about you. Dear Clif Mojo Mountain Bars, every day at 10:30 you faithfully quiet the bear waging war inside my belly. Pretty sure I could marry you. Dear Readers, lately your emails and comments have made me laugh, smile, and cry my eyes out. Three fist pumps and a leg kick for being so fan-to-the-tastic. Dear Husband, whenever I make bread you save me the middle; I save you the ends. We look out for each other because that's how we roll.