It's strange the things you crave when pregnant. Ironically it's not the fresh lettuce you've been growing by the bucketful in the garden all summer. Friday night it was bread sticks for dinner. They came in an innocent enough looking cardboard box but inside there were five individual hermetically sealed plastic sleeves with five bread sticks a piece in them. These plastic sleeves were all inside another clear plastic bag - no humidity was getting to those babies.
Thankfully at the check-out line I had at least declined the offer of a plastic bag for my two purchases.
I'll tell you what I really crave: less packaging.
song: Everything I Own • artist: Bread
song: Pieces of Eight • artist: Styx
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