I don't know if it was hearing the drunken men blow their vocal chords at the Jay's game, or having summer round the corner, but I'm sure every person reading this has at least one good memory with sunflower seeds. Of course we're talking about those you shell yourself... that's the whole point.
Family reunions at Wasaga Beach while playing cards, summer nights spent chatting in busy parking lots while our cars' batteries drained to keep the music goin', midnight chats on the porch, etc. etc.You eat so many the salt cracks/thins out your lips, while a huge mountain of soggy shells pile up on your Kleenex. And you can't stop!
Sunflower seeds. The newest-old crack. See you at Becker's!
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