This week 'Wife of the Year' goes directly to me, because I did the absolutely unthinkable: I shared my Canadian Clif Bar with Will. Now if that doesn't prove that I love him to bits, I don't know what will.
It is, of course, quite obvious that the only Clif Bar within the borders of South Africa (that I'm aware of) couldn't simply be opened and eaten. It had to be savoured. Experienced. And I showed Will exactly how: With eyes closed, he had to smell The Clif Bar; taste The Clif Bar; BE The Clif Bar! He obliged with over-dramatised actions, but after his very first bite, he was sold. That stuff is just so good! (Note to Northern Hemispherians everywhere: Please enjoy your unlimited supply of the tastiest stuff on earth, 'cause we down here in the Southern Hemisphere are quite obviously deprived.)
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| Demonstrating to Will how to BE the bar. |
So my plea goes out again: Can someone please take the initiative and bring the Clif Bar brand to South Africa? We South Africans love eating - you won't be sorry!
Ai Saar, nous ek spyt ek het jou nie n boks vol gestuur nie! Xxx
ReplyDeleteI cant bring it to you, but send me your address again and Ill glady send some over to you. EVERYONE should be able to savor a Clif Bar!!
ReplyDeleteDefinitely you are the Wife of the Year. If you don't mind send me your address and I will send some italian sweeties.
ReplyDeleteEating one now in South Africa! ! But brought from usa...mmmm
ReplyDeleteI'm sooooooo jealous, Adriana! ENJOY!! :)
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