MMMMMM! Have you ever smelled a Russian Olive?
If you don't think you have, I bet you are wrong.
Whenever I am on the freeway passing American Fork and Pleasant Grove, I can roll down the windows and let my nose fill with the freshness.
I swear all my troubles are scared away.
Russian Olives are my troubles' enemy.
Confession: I bought these at Costco.
Not one was baked.
Instead they were devoured as "frozen cookies".
That's right, a whole box of cookie dough was eaten within 5 days.
The culprits:
Cason
Taycie
Brock
Rhett
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and me.