prune FAIL

Tomorrow is August 5th, which also happens to be the sell-by date on the giant bag of prunes PolackPappy bought me. There's a good 30 ounces of sticky brown goodness left in the 50-ounce bag. I think I should not have put the bag in the crisper drawer, buried behind lemons and limes. Out of sight, out of mind.

I wanted to make Pp proud of my eating habits, the way I wasn't able to do back when I was a vegetarian and he said I was too pale and needed to eat raw liver.

I did freeze part of yesterday's muffin, and ate three prunes in its place. Then when I was leaving the grocery store this morning, post-gym, with some on-sale raspberries, my tummy went all gurgly-murgly. Uh-oh, I thought to myself.

Just now I shoved four more prunes in my pie-hole. I'm hiking Moosilauke on Friday with a friend; perhaps I can convince her to join me in pruning our way up and down.

I wonder if it's possible to build up a tolerance.