
Seems like forever since I
"reviewed" food, at least not without failing to stick to the subject beyond the first sentence or two. Lucky for you, I have nowhere to go with these things. We got a bag from Sheil one day and I can't stop eating them. So what if they're "preserved with sulphur dioxide", that's only for their
appearance, and all the sugar is probably just masking what's not fruit but in fact scraps from the Nike factory next door? Might explain why they're not having the effect on me
they did for George Costanza. Except for the fat part.
Oh well.