Yum.

If heaven has a taste I imagine it would taste like a pomegranate.
I love food. Although lately I've had to cut out most forms of bread and I feel so much better. I'm not sure when the last time is that I've had a slice of bread or a sandwich. Breakfast is 2 hard boiled eggs, lunch is a salad and dinner is whatever I've made for everyone else with no bread/carbs and on lettuce.
And tomorrow I'll eat some heaven...

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