Taylor Farms Caesar Salad Kit Review
It was fate.

It was fate.

FOUR grams of fiber?!

It flirts with being creamy.

Blinded by the brightness

Won’t leave you feeling sheepish.

Do I have control issues?

Dangerous. Like a Russian sleeper agent.

Don’t judge a book by its cover?

It might be made with love.

“I did it for the fiber.”

Marsupial bread.

Nobody is perfect.

A meal for you, and your Ooompa-loompa friend.

Please be salty. Like me.

Choose joy. The kind that comes from po-ta-toes.

A potent puffled pickle punch.

Festive scrumptiousness.

I am shook, as the kids say.

My brain cells forgot how to function.

A serving is a snack. I said what I said.