Usually my husband won't let me go food shopping with him. He calls me (lovingly, natch) "the liability". On the weekend, however, I managed to tag along for the ride. Just to make things a bit easier aka more expensive and off-list.
I'm telling you, there's some scary stuff at the grocery store:
Um, am I the only one who sees the irony in this shit? I'll have you know that the box has no actual flavour ascribed to it. It's simply chocolate "coloured" with REAL chocolate chips.
Cuz you know how low brow the fake ones are.