I'm swimming right now in the warm, fuzzy glow of a wedding this weekend- my dear sister-in-law (sister to Peeled Snacks' president & CEO) and my dear friend got married, making for a DREAM of an in-law situation, and scoring me some SERIOUS points with my sis-in-law, since I introduced them.  I could wax poetic about the beauty of the wedding, the loveliness of the bride, the delight of the dancing, the bounty of the beverages, but instead I'm going to talk about the goodie bags...

What?  Everybody knows what a beautiful bride looks like- you don't need to READ about it, do you?  She was a knockout, all right?  Nothing more need be said.

What needs discussion is that in her goodie bags she included Peeled Snacks.  Every guest got to try our treats, and though most had already (this was a wedding for the family of the company owner), some hadn't in a little while, and some few hadn't ever.

Now Peeled Snacks I still consider to be a bit of a discovery food.  That is to say, right now dried fruit and nuts aren't a regular part of the American diet, and many snackers resist opening their hearts and mouths to, you know, food with wrinkles.  But when they open the bag and taste it, they "discover" it.  At this weekend's wedding, many people "discovered" or "re-discovered" Peeled Snacks, and I got to witness it.  Nothing gives me more professional satisfaction than seeing people pop open those bags, bite into an apple slice and go wide-eyed with delight.

This wasn't the first wedding that Peeleded Snacks have been in, only the first such wedding that I attended.  We're also poised to be in a slew of weddings this Fall, all of which makes perfect sense to me- I delight in imagining all those well-dressed wedding guests stumbling back to their hotel rooms faced with the munchies, only to "discover" just how good Peeled Snacks make you feel when you've drunken too much champagne and/or danced to one Isley Brothers song too many.

     Poem for Meital, my sweet sister

I wonder if my eyes' corners hide

two cherry red tear ducts each-

one for the bitter tears, sad and salty;

the other for the tears bucked

by the sweet of days

such as you make, by the wonder

and sweep of bliss and the sublime.

I swear, the tears of the bitter ducts,

which may or may not lurk in my head,

taste a different taste, A sea taste,

lashing endlessly, swallowing, unforgiving;

the other taste of fresh dew.

Can someone know the difference

looking at a glistening face,

which kind of water there flows?