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My husband has a weakness for health food stores. Does he eat healthy? Not unless I force him, but he loves to stroll the weird item laden aisles all the same.

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Whipped cream or whipped rice? That’s a no brainer for me, but I suppose someone might buy that sorry excuse of a substitute.

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I really wanted to buy this bizarre looking fruit… But the husband balked at the price. Good grief, it’s named after a hand.

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If that isn’t worth a little extra scratch I don’t know what is.

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He’ll bitch about high prices but then go get a ridiculously small container of freshly churned peanut butter. Probably because he knows I won’t eat it.

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Worst waste of money that day? This cleverly marketed bag of dried fruit. I love kiwi, so I bought it.

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They weren’t lying, it’s ugly. And completely unpeeled. Who the hell wants to eat that!

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