attention: this is a public service announcement. you may remember this.
look, i know plum season seems like forever ago and forever again but
as tigresses do, sometimes i just need to roar about just those
things that need to be roared about.
this october in a jar tastes like heaven on the plate in feb.
i think it’s the way the subtle fruity-sweetness wraps itself around the fatty nut butter and the firebirds fly up and out and give the tongue a wack.