I work out across the street from Zabars. Not even across Broadway. Across 80th. It’s right there. Their tofutti cream of mushroom soup was calling me. I was astounded when I found out there is no cream, none at all. It’s amazing and I swear I feel the protein zing.
Today I rewarded my workout with a quick stop at Zabars. Haven’t done this in a while, I’d almost given up, I looked for a jam or jelly with no sugar. I bought a Zabar’s labeled raspberry fruit spread with little hope. It’s perfectly tart, really mouth scrunching tart. I could feel it as well as taste it. Sweetened by their own sugar released when they’re cooked. Seeds and all, I truly enjoyed my croissant this morning.
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