With love.

Picked wild and free on the hillsides I roamed as a child, packed, and shipped with love.

Measured, poured, spilled, and felt by tiny hands full of curiosity and mixed with love.

Poked, commented upon, and laughed at, with love.

Mixed, rolled, filled, and baked with love.

Eaten with gusto, feeling the love.

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