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  • *In a recent writing workshop we were instructed to choose a food we disliked-eat it or not-and write a lil' ditty. Wanna hear it? .....Here it goes......


    Never have I wanted to be taken out to the ball game and never have I been a fan of Cracker Jack. Well, ok.....as a kid I would buy boxes of it to claim the prize inside and then con my brother into trading; making up reasons why his treat of choice paled in comparison to the 'crack of corn'.
    I can't do it. I can't eat it. Not because I just started a Spring cleanse, but more for what this chemical laden beast symbolizes. A broken palate. A broken food system--and many a broken hearts when they find out that their beloved Jack in the box is a scary franken monster of GMO corn, syrup and soil.
    The smell shoots sticky darts thru my O factory straight into the main control panel of my pituitary, signaling a warning, "IF EATEN ENDOCRINE SYSTEM WILL COLLAPSE. I REPEAT --THERE IS A THREAT TO YOUR HORMONES ON THE HOME FRONT!....."
    So thankful in this moment for my early introduction to the joys of butter and nutritional yeast on my popcorn. A home run every time!
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